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CHRISTIAN YEAR. 



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ADVENT. 



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L. M. 



" The voice of one crying in the wilderness, Prepare ye the way of the 
Lord, make his paths straight." 

ON Jordan's bank the Baptist's cry 
Announces that the Lord is nigh ; 
Awake, and hearken, for he brings 
Glad tidings of the King of kings. 

2 Then cleansed be every breast from sin ; 
Make straight the way for God within ; 
Prepare we in our hearts a home, 
Where such a mighty Guest may come. 

3 For thou art our Salvation, Lord, 
Our Refuge and our great Reward ; 
Without thy grace we waste away, 
Like flowers that wither and decay. 

4 To heal the sick stretch out thine hand, 
And bid the fallen sinner stand ; 
Shine forth, and let thy light restore 
Earth's own true loveliness once more. 

5 All praise, Eternal Son, to thee, 
Whose Advent doth thy people free ; 
Whom with the Father we adore, 
And Holy Ghost for evermore. 



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6s. 

" Thy kingdom come/' 

BREAK with thine iron rod 
The tyrannies of sin ; 
Thy kingdom come, O God, 
Thy reign, O Christ, begin. 

2 Where is thy rule of peace, 

And purity, and love ? 
When shall all hatred cease, 
As in the realms above ? 

3 When comes the promised time 

That war shall be no more, 
Oppression, lust, and crime 
Shall flee thy face before ? 

4 We pray thee, Lord, arise, 

And come in thy great might ; 
Revive our longing eyes, 

Which languish for thy sight. 

5 Men scorn thy sacred Name, 

And wolves devour thy fold ; 
By many deeds of shame 

We learn that love grows cold. 

6 O'er heathen lands afar 

Thick darkness broodeth yet : 
Arise, O morning Star, 
Arise, and never set. 

7s & 6s. Double. 

" Behold, I stand at the door and knock." 

O JESUS, thou art standing 
Outside the fast-closed door, 
In lowly patience waiting 
To pass the threshold o'er : 



ADVENT. 



Shame on us, Christian brethren, 
His Name and sign who bear, 

O shame, thrice shame upon us, 
To keep him standing there. 

2 O Jesus, thou art knocking : 

And lo ! that hand is scarr'd, 
And thorns thy brow encircle, 

And tears thy face have marr'd : 
O love that passeth knowledge, 

So patiently to wait ! 
O sin that hath no equal, 

So fast to bar the gate ! 

3 O Jesus, thou art pleading 

In accents meek and low, 
"I died for you, my children, 

And will ye treat me so?" 
O Lord, with shame and sorrow 

We open now the door : 
Dear Saviour, enter, enter, 

And leave us nevermore. 

C. M. Double. 

ONCE more, O Lord, thy sign shall be 
Upon the heavens display' d, 
And earth and its inhabitants 

Be terribly afraid : 
For, not in weakness clad, thou com'st, 

Our woes, our sins to bear, 
But girt with all thy Father's might, 
His judgment to declare. 

The terrors of that awful day, 

O who can understand ? 
Or who abide, when thou in wrath 

Shalt lift thy holy hand ? 



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THE CHRISTIAN YEAR. 



The earth shall quake, the sea shall roar, 

The sun in heaven grow pale ; 
But thou hast sworn, and wilt not change, 

Thy faithful shall not fail. 

3 Then grant us, Saviour, so to pass 

Our time in trembling here, 
That when upon the clouds of heaven 

Thy glory shall appear, 
Uplifting high our joyful heads, 

In triumph we may rise, 
And enter, with thine angel train, 

Thy palace in the skies. 

5 h. M. 

THE Lord will come, the earth shall quake, 
The hills their fixed seat forsake ; 
And withering from the vault of night, 
The stars withdraw their feeble light. 

2 The Lord will come, but not the same 
As once in lowly form he came ; 

A silent Lamb to slaughter led, 

The bruised, the suffering, and the dead ! 

3 The Lord will come, a dreadful form, 
With wreath of flajxie and robe of storm ; 
On cherub wings and wings of wind, 
Anointed Judge of human -kind. 

4 Can this be he, who wont to stray 
A pilgrim on the world's highway, 

By power oppress' d and mock'd by pride, 
The Nazarene ? the Crucified ? 

5 While sinners in despair shall call, 

" Rocks, hide us ! mountains, on us fall !" 



ADVENT. 



9 



Thy saints, ascending from the tomb, 
Shall joyful sing, " The Lord is come !" 

6 8s, 7 s & 4 . 

" Behold he cometh with clouds ; and every eye shall see him, and they 
also which pierced him." 

LO ! he comes in clouds descending, 
Once for favour' d sinners slain ; 
Thousand thousand saints attending 
Swell the triumph of his train : 

Alleluia ! 
Christ appears on earth again. 

2 Every eye shall now behold him 

Robed in dreadful majesty ; 
They who set at naught and sold him, 
Pierced and nail'd him to the tree, 

Deeply wailing, 
Shall the true Messiah see. 

3 Those dear tokens of his Passion 

Still his dazzling body bears ; 
Cause of endless exultation 
To his ransom' d worshippers ; 

With what rapture 
Gaze we on those glorious scars ! 

4 Yea, amen, let all adore thee, 

High on thine eternal throne ; 
Saviour, take the power and glory ; 
Claim the kingdoms for thine own : 

O come quickly ! 
Alleluia ! Amen ! 

7 Six 8s. 

From the ex. Psalm. 

THE Lord unto my Lord thus spake : 
" Till I thy foes thy footstool make, 



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Sit thou in state at my right hand : 
Supreme in Sion thou shalt be, 
And all thy proud opposers see 

Subjected to thy just command. 

2 "Thee, in thy power's triumphant day, 
The willing people shall obey; 

And, when thy rising beams they view, 
Shall all (redeem' d from error's night) 
Appear more numerous and bright 

Than crystal drops of morning dew." 

3 The Lord hath sworn, nor sworn in vain, 
That, like Melchizedek's, thy reign 

And priesthood shall no period see : 
Anointed Prince ! thou, bending low, 
Shalt drink where darkest torrents flow, 

Then raise thy head in victory ! 



8 L. M. 

THAT day of wrath, that dreadful day, 
When heaven and earth shall pass away, 
What power shall be the sinner's stay? 
How shall he meet that dreadful day? 

2 When shrivelling, like a parched scroll, 
The flaming heavens together roll ; 
When louder yet, and yet more dread, 
Swells the high trump that wakes the dead ; 

3 O on that day, that wrathful day, 
When man to judgment wakes from clay, 
Be thou, O Christ, the sinner's stay, 
Though heaven and earth shall pass away. 



ADVENT. 



I 



9 Six 8s. 

" He saith, Surely I come quickly : Amen. Even so, come, Lord 
Jesus." 

COME, quickly come, dread Judge of all ; 
For, awful though thine Advent be, 
All shadows from the truth will fall, 

And falsehood die, in sight of thee : 
Come, quickly come : for doubt and fear 
Like clouds dissolve when thou art near. 

2 Come, quickly come, great King of all ; 

Reign all around us, and within ; 
Let sin no more our souls enthrall, 

Let pain and sorrow die with sin : 
Come, quickly come : for thou alone 
Canst make thy scatter' d people one. 

3 Come, quickly come, true Life of all ; 

For death is mighty all around ; 
On every home his shadows fall, 

On every heart his mark is found : 
Come, quickly come : for grief and pain 
Can never cloud thy glorious reign. 

4 Come, quickly come, sure Light of all, 

For gloomy night broods o'er our way; 
And weakly souls begin to fall 

With weary watching for the day : 
Come, quickly come : for round thy throne 
No eye is blind, no night is known. 

10 Six 8s. 

From the 1. Psalm. 

r ~PHE Lord hath spoke, the mighty God 
Hath sent his summons all abroad, 



THE CHRISTIAN YEAR. 



From dawning light till day declines : 
The listening earth his voice hath heard, 
And he from Sion hath appear' d, 

Where beauty in perfection shines. 

Our God shall come, and keep no more 
Misconstrued silence as before, 

But wasting flames before him send ; 
Around shall tempests fiercely rage, 
Whilst he does heaven and earth engage 

His just tribunal to attend. 

C. M. 

IF yet, while pardon may be found, 
And mercy may be sought, 
My heart with inward horror shrinks, 
And trembles at the thought ; 

When thou, O Lord, shalt stand disclosed 

In majesty severe, 
And sit in judgment on my soul, 

O how shall I appear ? 

L. M. 

H OS ANNA to the living Lord ! 
Hosanna to th' incarnate Word ! 
To Christ, Creator, Saviour, King, 
Let earth, let heaven, hosanna sing. 

Hosanna, Lord ! thine angels cry ; 
Hosanna, Lord ! thy saints reply : 
Above, beneath us, and around, 
The dead and living swell the sound. 

O Saviour ! with protecting care 
Return to this, thy house of prayer : 



ADVENT. 



13 



Assembled in thy sacred Name, 
Here we thy parting promise claim. 

4 But chiefest in our cleansed breast, 
Eternal ! bid thy Spirit rest ; 
And make our secret soul to be 

A temple pure, and worthy thee. 

5 So, in the last and dreadful day, 
When earth and heaven shall melt away, 
Thy flock, redeem' d from sinful stain, 
Shall swell the sound of praise again. 

13 c. M. 

HARK ! the glad sound, the Saviour comes, 
The Saviour promised long : 
Let every heart prepare a throne, 
And every voice a song. 

2 On him the Spirit, largely pour'd, 

Exerts his sacred fire ; 
Wisdom and might, and zeal and love, 
His holy breast inspire. 

3 He comes, the prisoners to release, 

In Satan's bondage held ; 
The gates of brass before him burst, 
The iron fetters yield. 

4 He comes, from thickest films of vice 

To clear the mental ray ; 
And on the eyes oppress'd with night 
To pour celestial day. 

5 He comes, the broken heart to bind, 

The bleeding soul to cure, 
And with the treasures of his grace 
T' enrich the humble poor. 



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THE CHRISTIAN YEAR. 



6 Our glad hosannas, Prince of Peace, 
Thy welcome shall proclaim ; 
And heaven's eternal arches ring 
With thy beloved Name. 



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4r 7s & 6s. 

EJOICE, rejoice, believers ! 
And let your lights appear \ 
The evening is advancing, 

The darker night is near. 
The Bridegroom is arising, 

And soon will he draw nigh \ 
Up, pray, and watch, and wrestle, 
At midnight comes the cry. 

See that your lamps are burning, 

Replenish them with oil ; 
Look now for your salvation, 

The end of sin and toil. 
The watchers on the mountain 

Proclaim the Bridegroom near, 
Go meet him as he cometh, 
With hallelujahs clear. 

O wise and holy virgins, 

Now raise your voices higher, 
Till in your jubilations 

Ye meet the angel choir. 
The marriage-feast is waiting, 
The gates w T ide open stand ; 
Up, up, ye heirs of glory ! 
The Bridegroom is at hand. 

Our hope and expectation, 

O Jesus, now appear ; 
Arise, thou Sun so look'd for, 
O'er this benighted sphere ! 



ADVENT. 



IS 



With hearts and hands uplifted, 

We plead, O Lord, to see 
The day of our redemption, 

And ever be with thee ! 

8s & 7s. 

HAIL ! thou long-expected Jesus, 
Born to set thy people free : 
From our sins and fears release us, 
Let us find our rest in thee. 

2 Israel's strength and consolation, 

Hope of all the saints, thou art ; 
Long desired of every nation, 
Joy of every waiting heart. 

3 Born thy people to deliver, 

Born a child, yet God our King, 
Born to reign in us for ever, 

Now thy gracious kingdom bring. 

4 By thine own eternal Spirit, 

Rule in all our hearts alone ; 
By thine all-sufficient merit, 
Raise us to thy glorious throne. 

THE ADVENT ANTHEMS. 

Six 8s. 
Dec, 1 6. — O Sapientia. 

O WISDOM ! spreading mightily 
From out the mouth of God most high, 
All nature sweetly ordering, 
Within thy paths thy children bring. 
Draw near, O Christ, with us to dwell, 
In mercy save thine Israel. 



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THE CHRISTIAN YEAR. 



17 Six 8s. 

Dec. 17. — O Adoiiai. 

RULER of Israel, Lord of might, 
Who gavest the law from Sinai's height ; 
Once in the fiery bush reveal' d, 
With outstretch' d arm thy chosen shield ; 
Draw near, O Christ, with us to dwell, 
In mercy save thine Israel. 

18 Six 8s. 

Dec. 18. — O Radix jfesse. 

OROOT of Jesse ! Ensign thou ! 
To whom all Gentile kings shall bow, 
From depths of hell thy people save, 
And give them victory o'er the grave. 
Draw near, O Christ, with us to dwell, 
In mercy save thine Israel. 

19 Six 8s. 

Dec. 19. — O Clavis David. 

O ISRAEL'S Sceptre! David's Key ! 
Come thou, and set death's captives free / 
Unlock the gate that bars their road, 
And lead them to the throne of God. 
Draw near, O Christ, with us to dwell, 
In mercy save thine Israel. 

20 Six 8s. 

Dec. 20. — O* Oriens. 

ODAYSPRING and Eternal Light ! 
Pierce throughout the gloom of error's night ; 
Predestined Sun of Righteousness ! 
Haste with thy rising beams to bless. 



CHRISTMAS. 



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Draw near, O Christ, with us to dwell, 
In mercy save thine Israel. 

21 Six 8s. 

Dec. 22. — O Rex Gentium, 




KING ! Desire of nations ! come, 
Lead sons of earth to heaven's high home; 



Thou chief and precious Corner-stone, 
Binding the sever' d into one. 
Draw near, O Christ, with us to dwell, 
In mercy save thine Israel. 

22 Slx 8s - 

Dec. 23. — O Emmanuel. 

O LAWGIVER! Emmanuel! King! 
Thy praises we would ever sing ; 
The Gentiles' hope, the Saviour blest, 
Take us to thine eternal rest. 
Draw near, O Christ, with us to dwell, 
In mercy save thine Israel. 



CHRISTMAS. 
23 C. M. 

Luke ii. 8-15. 

WHILE shepherds watch' d their flocks by 
night, 

All seated on the ground, 
The angel of the Lord came down, 
And glory shone around. 

2 "Fear not," said he, for mighty dread 
Had seized their troubled mind ; 
"Glad tidings of great joy I bring 
fTo you, and all mankind. 
2 



1 8 THE CHRISTIAN YEAR. 

3 "To you, in David's town, this day 

Is born, of David's line, 
The Saviour, who is Christ the Lord, 
And this shall be the sign : 

4 "The heavenly babe you there shall find, 

To human view display' d, 
All meanly wrapt in swathing-bands, 
And in a manger laid." 

5 Thus spake the seraph, and forthwith 

Appear' d a shining throng 
Of angels, praising God, who thus 
Address' d their joyful song: 

6 "All glory be to God on high, 

And to the earth be peace ; 
Good-will, henceforth, from heaven to men 
Begin and never cease." 

24 p- 

HARK ! the herald angels sing, 
Glory to the new-born King ; 
Peace on earth, and mercy mild ; 
God and sinners reconciled. 

2 Joyful, all ye nations, rise, 
Join the triumph of the skies ; 
With th' angelic host proclaim, 
Christ is born in Bethlehem ! 

3 Christ, by highest heaven adored, 
Christ, the everlasting Lord, 
Late in time behold him come, 
Offspring of the Virgin's womb. 



CHRISTMAS. 



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4 Veil'd in flesh, the Godhead see : 
Hail th' incarnate Deity, 

Pleased, as man, with man to dwell ; 
Jesus, our Immanuel. 

5 Risen with healing in his wings, 
Light and life to all he brings ; . 
Hail the Sun of Righteousness ! 

Hail the heaven-born Prince of Peace ! 



25 p. m. 

Chorus, 

SHOUT the glad tidings, exultingly sing ; 
Jerusalem triumphs, Messiah is King ! 

1 Sion, the marvellous story be telling, 

The Son of the Highest, how lowly his birth ! 
The brightest archangel in glory excelling, 
He stoops to redeem thee, he reigns upon 
earth : 

Chorus, 

Shout the glad tidings, exultingly sing ; 
Jerusalem triumphs, Messiah is King ! 

2 Tell how he cometh ; from nation to nation, 

The heart-cheering news let the earth echo 
round ; 

How free to the faithful he offers salvation, 
How his people with joy everlasting are 
crown' d : 

Chorus, 

Shout the glad tidings, exultingly sing : 
Jerusalem triumphs, Messiah is King ! 



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THE CHRISTIAN YEAR. 



3 Mortals, your homage be gratefully bringing, 
And sweet let the gladsome hosanna arise ; 
Ye angels, the full hallelujah be singing ; 

One chorus resound through the earth and the 
skies : 



Shout the glad tidings, exultingly sing ; 
Jerusalem triumphs, Messiah is King ! 



OCOME, all ye faithful, 
Joyful and triumphant ; 
O come ye, O come ye, to Bethlehem ; 
Come and behold him 
Born, the King of angels : 
O come, let us adore him, 
O come, let us adore him, 
O come, let us adore him, Christ the Lord. 

2 God of God, 
Light of light, 

Lo ! he abhors not the Virgin's womb ; 
Very God, 

Begotten, not created : 

O come, let us adore him, &c. 

3 Sing, choirs of angels, 
Sing in exultation, 

Sing, all ye citizens of heaven above, 
Glory to God 
In the highest : 

O come, let us adore him, &c. 



Chorus. 



26 



P. M. 



" Let us now go even unto Bethlehem." 




CHRISTMAS'. 



21 



4 Yea, Lord, we greet thee, 

Born this happy morning; 
Jesus, to thee be glory given ; 

Word of the Father, 

Now in flesh appearing : 

O come, let us adore him, 

O come, let us adore him, 
O come, let us adore him, Christ the Lord. 



27 8s & 7s. 

HARK ! what mean those holy voices, 
Sweetly sounding through the skies ? 
Lo ! th' angelic host rejoices ; 
Heavenly hallelujahs rise. 

2 Cherubs tell the wondrous story, 

Joyous seraphim reply, 
" Glory in the highest, glory ! 
Glory be to God most high ! 

3 " Peace on earth, good-will from heaven, 

Reaching far as man is found ; 
Souls redeem' d, and sins forgiven ! 
Loud our grateful harps shall sound. 

4 " Christ is born, the great Anointed ; 

Heaven and earth his praises sing ! 
O receive whom God appointed, 

For your Prophet, Priest, and King ! 

5 "Hasten, mortals, to adore him; 

Learn his name to magnify, 
Till in heaven ye sing before him, 
Glory be to God most high ! ' ' 



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THE CHRISTIAN YEAR. 



28 c. m. 

Isaiah ix. 2-7. 

T^O hail thy rising, Sun of life, 
The gathering nations come ; 
Joyous as when the reapers bear 
Their harvest treasures home. 



2 For thou our burden hast removed ; 

Th' oppressor's reign is broke; 
Thy fiery conflict with the foe 
Has burst his cruel yoke. 

3 To us the promised Child is born ; 

To us the Son is given ; 
Him shall the tribes of earth obey, 
And all the hosts of heaven. 



4 His name shall be the Prince of Peace, 

For evermore adored ; 
The Wonderful, the Counsellor, 
The mighty God and Lord. 

5 His power increasing still shall spread, 

His reign no end shall know ; 
Justice shall guard his throne above., 
And peace abound below. 



29 p - M - 

COME hither, ye faithful, 
Triumphantly sing ! 
Come, see in the manger 

The angels' dread King ! 
To Bethlehem hasten 

With joyful accord ! 
O come ye, come hither 
To worship the Lord ! 



CHRISTMAS. 



23 



2 True Son of the Father, 

He comes from the skies ; 
To be born of a Virgin 
He doth not despise. 

To Bethlehem hasten, &c. 

3 Hark, hark to the angels ! 

All singing in heaven, 
" To God in the highest 
All glory be given V 

To, Bethlehem hasten, &c. 

4 To thee, then, O Jesus, 

This day of thy birth, 
Be glory and honour 

Through heaven and earth ; 
True Godhead Incarnate ! 

Omnipotent Word ! 
O come, let us hasten 

To worship the Lord 1 

30 Six ios. 

" Behold I bring you glad tidings of great joy." 

CHRISTIANS, awake, salute the happy morn, 
Whereon the Saviour of mankind was born ; 
Rise to adore the mystery of love, 
Which hosts of angels chanted from above ; 
With them the joyful tidings first begun 
Of God incarnate and the Virgin's Son. 

2 Then to the watchful shepherds it was told, 
Who heard the angelic herald's voice : " Behold, 
I bring good tidings of a Saviour's birth 
To you and all the nations upon earth : 
This day hath God fulfill' d his promised word, 
This day is born a Saviour, Christ the Lord." 



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THE CHRISTIAN YEAR. 



3 He spake ; and straightway the celestial choir 
In hymns of joy, unknown before, conspire : 
The praises of redeeming love they sang, 
And heaven's whole orb with alleluias rang: 
God's highest glory was their anthem still, 
Peace upon earth, and unto men good-will. 

4 To Bethlehem straight th' enlighten' d shepherds 

ran, 

To see the wonders God had wrought for man : 
Then to their flocks, still praising God, return, 
And their glad hearts with holy rapture burn : 
To all the joyful tidings they proclaim, 
The first apostles of the Saviour's name. 

5 O may we keep and ponder in our mind 
God's wondrous love in saving lost mankind ; 
Trace we the Babe, who hath retrieved our loss, 
From the poor manger to the bitter cross ; 
Tread in his steps, assisted by his grace, 

Till man's first heavenly state again takes place. 

6 Then may we hope, the angelic hosts among, 
To join, redeem'd, a glad triumphant throng : 
He that was born upon this joyful day 
Around us all his glory shall display ; 
Saved by his love, incessant we shall sing 
Eternal praise to heaven's almighty King. 

31 C. M. 

CALM on the listening ear of night 
Come heaven's melodious strains, 
Where wild Judea stretches far 
Her silver-mantled plains. 

2 Celestial choirs from courts above 
Shed sacred glories there ; 



CHRISTMAS. 



And angels, with their sparkling lyres, 
Make music on the air. 

3 The answering hills of Palestine 

Send back the glad reply ; 
And greet, from all their holy heights, 
The Day spring from on high. 

4 O'er the blue depths of Galilee 

There comes a holier calm, 
And Sharon waves, in solemn praise, 
Her silent groves of palm. 

5 " Glory to God ! n the sounding skies 

Loud with their anthems ring, 
" Peace to the earth, good -will to men, 
From heaven's eternal King !" 

6 Light on thy hills, Jerusalem ! 

The Saviour now is born ! 
And bright on Bethlehem's joyous plains 
Breaks the first Christmas morn. 

32 C. M. Double. 

IT came upon the midnight clear, 
That glorious song of old, 
From angels bending near the earth 

To touch their harps of gold ; 
Peace on the earth, good-will to men, 

From heaven's all-gracious King; 
The world in solemn stillness lay 
To hear the angels sing. 

2 Still through the cloven skies they come, 
With peaceful wings unfurl'd ; 
And still their heavenly music floats 
O'er all the weary world : 



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THE CHRISTIAN YEAR. 



Above its sad and lowly plains 
They bend on hovering wing, 

And ever o'er its Babel sounds 
The blessed angels sing. 

3 ye beneath life's crushing load, 

Whose forms are bending low, 
Who toil along the climbing way 

With painful steps and slow ! 
Look now, for glad and golden hours 

Come swiftly on the wing : 
O rest beside the weary road, 

And hear the angels sing. 

4 For lo, the days are hastening on, 

By prophets seen of old, 
When with the ever-circling years 

Shall come the time foretold, 
When the new heaven and earth shall own 

The Prince of Peace their King, 
And the whole world send back the song 

Which now the angels sing. 



J Name all other names above ! 
Unto which must every knee 
Bow in deep humility. 

2 Jesus ! Name decreed of old : 
To the maiden mother told, 
Kneeling in her lowly cell, 
By the angel Gabriel. 

3 Jesus ! Name of priceless worth 
To the fallen sons of earth, 
For the promise that it gave — 

" Jesus shall his people save." 



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7s. 

Name of wondrous love ! 




NEW YEAR. 



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4 Jesus ! Name of mercy mild, 
Given to the holy Child, 
When the cup of human woe 
First he tasted here below. 

5 Jesus ! only name that's given 
Under all the mighty heaven, 
Whereby man, to sin enslaved, 
Bursts his fetters, and is saved. 

6 Jesus ! Name of wondrous love ! 
Human name of God above ; 
Pleading only this we flee, 
Helpless, O our God, to thee. 

7 Glory to the Three in One 
While eternal ages run, 

Who from deepest shades of night 
Call'd us to his glorious light. 

NEW YEAR. 
34 L. M. 

THE God of life, whose constant care 
With blessings crowns each opening year, 
My scanty span doth still prolong, 
And wakes anew mine annual song. 

2 Thy children, panting to be gone, 
May bid the tide of time roll on, 
To land them on that happy shore 

Where years and death are known no more. 

3 No more fatigue, no more distress, 

Nor sin, nor hell, shall reach that place ; 
No groans, to mingle with the songs 
Resounding from immortal tongues : 



28 



THE CHRISTIAN YEAR. 



4 No more alarms from ghostly foes ; 
No cares to break the long repose ; 
No midnight shade, no clouded sun, 
But sacred, high, eternal noon. 

5 O long-expected year ! begin ; 
Dawn on this world of woe and sin ; 
Fain would we leave this weary road, 
To sleep in death, and rest with God. 

35 Eight 7s. 



WHILE with ceaseless course the sun 
Hasted through the former year, 
Many souls their race have run, 
Never more to meet us here : 
Fix'd in an eternal state, 

They have done with all below : 
We a little longer wait, 

But how little, none can know. 

2 As the winged arrow flies 

Speedily the mark to find ; 
As the lightning from the skies 

Darts, and leaves no trace behind ; 
Swiftly thus our fleeting days 

Bear us down life's rapid stream; 
Upward, Lord, our spirits raise; 

All below is but a dream. 

3 Thanks for mercies past receive ; 

Pardon of our sins renew ; 
Teach us henceforth how to live 

With eternity in view : 
Bless thy word to young and old ; 

Fill us with a Saviour's love ; 
And when life's short tale is told, 

May we dwell with thee above. 




CIRCUMCISION. 



36 c. m. 

" Lord, thou hast been our Refuge from one generation to another. 

OGOD, our help in ages past, 
Our hope for years to come, 
Our shelter from the stormy blast, 
And our eternal home ! 

2 Beneath the shadow of thy throne 

Thy saints have dwelt secure ; 
Sufficient is thine arm alone, 
And our defence is sure. 

3 Before the hills in order stood, 

Or earth received her frame, 
From everlasting thou art God, 
To endless years the same. 

4 A thousand ages in thy sight 

Are like an evening gone ; 
Short as the watch that ends the night 
Before the rising sun. 

5 Time, like an ever-rolling stream, 

Bears all its sons away ; 
They fly forgotten, as a dream 
Dies at the opening day. 

6 O God, our help in ages past, 

Our hope for years to come, 
Be thou our guard while troubles last, 
And our eternal home. 



CIRCUMCISION. 
37 S. M. 

<e And when eight days were accomplished for the circumcising of 
Child, his name was called Jesus." 

THE ancient law departs 
And all its terrors cease ; 



THE CHRISTIAN YEAR. 



For Jesus makes with faithful hearts 
A covenant of peace. 

2 The Light of light divine, 

True Brightness undented. 
He bears for us the shame of sin, 
A holy, spotless Child. 

3 To-day the name is thine, 

At which we bend the knee ; 
They call thee Jesus, Child divine ! 
Our Jesus deign to be. 

4 All praise, eternal Son, 

For thy redeeming love, 
With Father, Spirit, ever One, 
In glorious might above. 

EPIPHANY. 
C. M. 

* 

From the ii. Psalm. 

THUS God declares his sovereign wi 
"The King that I ordain, 
Whose throne is fix'd on Sion's hill, 
Shall there securely reign." 

Attend, O earth, whilst I declare 
God's uncontroll'd decree: 

Thou art my Son, this day my heir 
Have I begotten thee. 

Ask, and receive thy full demands : 
Thine shall the heathen be ; 

The utmost limits of the lands 
Shall be possess' d by thee." 



EPIPHANY. 



31 



39 7S & 6s. 

HAIL to the Lord's Anointed, 
Great David's greater Son ! 
Hail, in the time appointed, 
His reign on earth begun ! 
He comes to break oppression, 

To set the captive free, 
To take away transgression, 
And rule in equity. 

2 He comes with succour speedy 

To those who suffer wrong, 
To help the poor and needy, 

And bid the weak be strong ; 
To give them songs for sighing, 

Their darkness turn to light, 
Whose souls, condemn' d and dying, 

Were precious in his sight. 

3 He shall descend like showers 

Upon the fruitful earth ; 
And love and joy, like flowers, 

Spring in his path to birth : 
Before him, on the mountains, 

Shall peace, the herald, go ; 
And righteousness, in fountains, 

From hill to valley flow. 

4 To him shall prayer unceasing, 

And daily vows ascend ; 
His kingdom, still increasing, 

A kingdom without end : 
The tide of time shall never 

His covenant remove ; 
His name shall stand for ever ; 

That Name to us is Love. 



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THE CHRISTIAN YEAR. 



40 5s & 6s. 

From the lxxvi. Psalm. 

THE Name of our God 
In Israel is known ; 
His mansion beloved 

Is Sion alone : 
There broke he the arrows 

The enemy hurl'd, 
And honour' d his mountain 
Above all the world. 

2 The pride of thy foes 

Is turn'd to thy praise ; 
Their fierceness o'erruled 

Thy providence sways ; 
Their sin overflowing 

Thy power will restrain ; 
Thy arm on the wicked 

New glory will gain. 

3 Ye nations, to God 

Vow homage sincere ; 
Devote to him gifts, 

Love, worship, and fear ; 
Before him, ye mighty, 

Your spirits repress ; 
Ye high and ye humble, 

His wonders confess ! 



41 S. M. 

Isaiah lii.. 7-10. 

HOW beauteous are their feet 
Who stand on Sion's hill ; 
Who bring salvation on their tongues, 
And words of peace reveal ! 



EPIPHANY. 



33 



2 How charming is their voice : 

How sweet their tidings are ! — 
"Sion, behold thy Saviour-King, 
He reigns and triumphs here." 

3 How happy are our ears 

That hear this joyful sound, 
Which kings and prophets waited for, 
And sought, but never found I 

4 How blessed are our eyes 

That see this heavenly light ! 
Prophets and kings desired it long, 
But died without the sight. 

5 The watchmen join their voice, 

And tuneful notes employ ; 
Jerusalem breaks forth in songs, 
And deserts learn the joy. 

6 The Lord makes bare his arm 

Through all the earth abroad : 
Let every nation now behold 
Their Saviour and their God. 

42 Ios - 

Isaiah lx., etc. 

RISE, crown' d with light, imperial Salem, 
rise ; 

Exalt thy towering head and lift thine eyes : 
See heaven its sparkling portals wide display, 
And break upon thee in a flood of day. 

2 See a long race thy spacious courts adorn, 
See future sons, and daughters yet unborn, 
In crowding ranks on every side arise, 
Demanding life, impatient for the skies. 
3 



34 



THE CHRISTIAN YEAR. 



3 See barbarous nations at thy gates attend, 
Walk in thy light, and in thy temple bend : 
See thy bright altars throng' d with prostrate 

kings, 

While every land its joyous tribute brings. 

4 The seas shall waste, the skies to smoke decay, 
Rocks fall to dust, and mountains melt away; 
But fix'd his word, his saving power remains ; 
Thy realm shall last, thy own Messiah reigns. 

43 5s & 6s. 

Rev. xv. 3, 4. 

HOW wondrous and great 
Thy works, God of praise ! 
How just, King of saints, 
And true are thy ways ! 
O who shall not fear thee, 
And honour thy Name? 
Thou only art holy, 
Thou only supreme. 

2 To nations long dark 

Thy light shall be shown ; 
Their worship and vows 

Shall come to thy throne : 
Thy truth and thy judgments 

Shall spread all abroad, 
Till earth's every people 

Confess thee their God. 

44 c. m. 

JOY to the world, the Lord is come ! 
Let earth receive her King ; 
Let every heart prepare him room, 
And heaven and nature sing. 



EPIPHANY. 



35 



2 Joy to the world, the Saviour reigns ! 

Let men their songs employ ; 
While fields and floods, rocks, hills, and plains, 
Repeat the sounding joy. 

3 No more let sin and sorrow grow, 

Nor thorns infest the ground ; 
He comes to make his blessings flow 
Far as the curse is found. 

4 He rules the world with truth and grace, 

And makes the nations prove 
The glories of his righteousness, 
And wonders of his love. 



45 8s & 7s. 

LIGHT of those whose dreary dwelling 
Borders on the shades of death, 
Jesus, now thyself revealing, 
Scatter every cloud beneath. 

2 Still we wait for thine appearing; 

Life and joy thy beams impart, 
Chasing all our doubts, and cheering 
Every meek and contrite heart. 

3 Show thy power in every nation, 

O thou Prince of peace and love ! 
Give the knowledge of salvation, 
Fix our hearts on things above. 

4 By thine all-sufficient merit, 

Every burden' d soul release : 
By the presence of thy Spirit, 
Guide us into perfect peace. 



36 



THE CHRISTIAN YEAR. 



46 c. m. 

From the lxxii. Psalm. 

LO ! hills and mountains shall bring forth 
The happy fruits of peace, 
Which all the land shall own to be 
The work of righteousness 

2 While David's Son our needy race 

Shall rule with gentle sway ; 
And from their humble neck shall take 
Oppressive yokes away. 

3 In every heart thy awful fear 

Shall then be rooted fast, 
As long as sun and moon endure, 
Or time itself shall last. 

4 He shall descend like rain, that cheers 

The meadow's second birth ; 
Or like warm showers, whose gentle drops 
Refresh the thirsty earth. 

5 In his blest days the just and good 

Shall spring up all around : 
The happy land shall everywhere 
With endless peace abound. 

6 His uncontroll'd dominion shall 

From sea to sea extend ; 
Begin at proud Euphrates' stream, 
At nature's limits end. 

7 To him the savage nations round 

Shall bow their servile heads ; 
His vanquish' d foes shall lick the dust, 
Where he his conquest spreads. 



EPIPHANY. 



37 



8 The kings of Tarshish and the isles 

Shall costly presents bring \ 
From spicy Sheba gifts shall come, 
And wealthy Saba's king. 

9 To him shall every king on earth 

His humble homage pay ; 
And differing nations gladly join 
To own his righteous sway. 

10 For he shall set the needy free, 

When they for succour cry ; 
Shall save the helpless and the poor, 
And all their wants supply. 

11 For him shall constant prayer be made, 

Through all his prosperous days : 
His just dominion shall afford 
A lasting theme of praise. 

12 The memory of his glorious Name 

Through endless years shall run ; 
His spotless fame shall shine as bright 
And lasting as the sun. 

13 In him the nations of the world 

Shall be completely bless' d, 
And his unbounded happiness 
By every tongue confess'd. 

14 Then bless'd be God, the mighty Lord, 

The God whom Israel fears ; 
Who only wondrous in his works, 
Beyond compare, appears. 

15 Let earth be with his glory fill'd, 

For ever bless his name ; 
Whilst to his praise the listening world 
Their glad assent proclaim. 



/ 



33 



THE CHRISTIAN YEAR. 



4-7 Eight 7s. 

HARK ! the song of jubilee, 
Loud as mighty thunders roar ; 
Or the fulness of the sea, 

When it breaks upon the shore : 
Hallelujah ! for the Lord 

God omnipotent shall reign ; 
Hallelujah ! let the word 

Echo round the earth and main. 

2 Hallelujah ! hark ! the sound, 

From the centre to the skies, 
Wakes above, beneath, around, 

All creation's harmonies : 
See Jehovah's banners furl'd ; 

Sheathed his sword ; he speaks, 'tis done, 
And the kingdoms of this world 

Are the kingdoms of his Son. 

3 He shall reign from pole to pole 

With illimitable sway ; 
He shall reign, when, like a scroll, 

Yonder heavens have pass'd away : 
Then the end ; beneath his rod, 

Man's last enemy shall fall ; 
Hallelujah ! Christ in God, 

God in Christ, is all in all. 



4:8 Eight 7s. 

WATCHMAN ! tell us of the night, 
What its signs of promise are. 
Traveller ! o'er yon mountain's height, 
See that glory-beaming star. 



EPIPHANY. 



39 



Watchman ! does its beauteous ray- 
Aught of joy or hope foretell ? 

Traveller ! yes ; it brings the day, 
Promised day of Israel. 

2 Watchman ! tell us of the night ; 

Higher yet that star ascends. 
Traveller ! blessedness and light, 

Peace and truth, its course portends. 
Watchman ! will its beams alone 

Gild the spot that gave them birth ? 
Traveller ! ages are its own ; 

See, it bursts o'er all the earth. 

3 Watchman ! tell us of the night, 

For the morning seems to dawn. 
Traveller ! darkness takes its flight ; 

Doubt and terror are withdrawn. 
Watchman ! let thy wanderings cease ; 

Hie thee to thy quiet home. 
Traveller 1 lo ! the Prince of Peace, 

Lo ! the Son of God, is come. 



49 p. m. 

BRIGHTEST and best of the sons of the 
morning ! 

Dawn on our darkness, and lend us thine aid ! 
Star of the East, the horizon adorning, 
Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid. 

2 Cold on his cradle the dew-drops are shining ; 

Low lies his head with the beasts of the stall : 
Angels adore him in slumber reclining, 
Maker and Monarch and Saviour of all. 

3 Say, shall we yield him, in costly devotion, 

Odours of Edom and offerings divine, 



40 



THE CHRISTIAN YEAR. 



Gems of the mountain and pearls of the ocean, 
Myrrh from the forest and gold from the mine ? 

4 Vainly we offer each ample oblation, 

Vainly with gifts would his favour secure ; 
Richer, by far, is the heart's adoration, 
Dearer to God are the prayers of the poor. 

5 Brightest and best of the sons of the morning ! 

Dawn on our darkness, and lend us thine aid ! 
Star of the East, the horizon adorning, 
Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid. 

50 L. M. 

O SAVIOUR, when thy beauteous feet 
Were heard in Salem's ancient street, 
Far rang the joyful tidings fleet, 
And Zion's song once more was sweet, 

Hosanna ! 

2 The sick came forth with tottering tread, 
Kind brethren bore the cripple's bed ; 
Some gentle hand the blind man led ; 
And loved ones called thee to their dead, 

Hosanna ! 

3 Still stood the maniac's quivering frame, 
Beside thy path lay down the lame ; 
Near and yet near the leper came ; 

Nor shrank the weeping child of shame ; 

Hosanna ! 

4 And all were heal'd ! they rose ; they ran ; 
They lived anew life's little span ; 

The life of heaven on earth began, 
And God and angels walk'd with man ; 

Hosanna ! 



EPIPHANY. 



41 



5 Healer of souls, O heal thou me ! 
And ope mine eyes thy face to see ! 
And bend the grateful leper's knee ; 
And let me live, and live for thee ; 

Hosanna ! 

6 Then I will journey on in light ; 

And thy dear steps shall guide me right, 
Till I shall trail my robes of white 
On thy pure city's pavement bright ; 

Hosanna ! 



51 L. M. 

WHEN, marshall'd on the nightly plain, 
The glittering host bestud the sky, 
One star alone of all the train 

Can fix the sinner's wandering eye. 

2 Hark, hark ! to God the chorus breaks, 

From every host, from every gem ; 
But one alone the Saviour speaks ; 
It is the Star of Bethlehem. 

3 It is my guide, my light, my all, 

It bids my dark forebodings cease ; 
And through the storm and danger's thrall, 
It leads me to the port of peace. 

4 Then, safely moor'd, my perils o'er, 

I'll sing, first in night's diadem, 
For ever and for evermore, 

The Star, the Star of Bethlehem ! 



42 



THE CHRISTIAN YEAR. 



ASH WEDNESDAY AND LENT. 

52 C. M. 

" Rend your heart and not your garments, and turn unto the Lord your 
God." 

ONCE more the solemn season calls 
A holy fast to keep ; 
And now within the temple walls 
Both priest and people weep. 

2 But vain all outward sign of grief, 

And vain the form of prayer, 
Unless the heart implore relief, 
And penitence be there. 

3 We smite the breast, we weep in vain, 

In vain in ashes mourn, 
Unless with penitential pain 
The smitten soul be torn. 

4 In sorrow true then let us pray 

To our offended God, 
From us to turn his wrath away, 
And stay the uplifted rod. 

5 O God, our Judge and Father, deign 

To spare the bruised reed ; 
We pray for time to turn again/ 
For grace to turn indeed. 

6 Blest Three in One, to thee we bow ; 

Vouchsafe us in thy love 
To gather from these fasts below 
Immortal fruit above. 

53 7s. 

FORTY days and forty nights 
Thou wast fasting in the wild ; 



ASH WEDNESDAY AND LENT. 

Forty days and forty nights 
Tempted, and yet undefiled. 

2 Shall not we thy sorrow share, 

And from earthly joys abstain, 
Fasting with unceasing prayer, 
Glad with thee to suffer pain ? 

3 And if Satan, vexing sore, 

Flesh or spirit should assail, 
Thou, his Vanquisher before, 
Grant we may not faint or fail. 

4 So shall we have peace divine ; 

Holier gladness ours shall be ; 
Round us, too, shall angels shine, 
Such as minister' d to thee. 

5 Keep, O keep us, Saviour dear, 

Ever constant by thy side ; 
That with thee we may appear 
At th' eternal Eastertide. 

Eight 7s. 
Litany. 

SAVIOUR, when in dust to thee, 
Low we bow th' adoring knee ; 
When, repentant, to the skies 
Scarce we lift our streaming eyes ; 
O, by all thy pains and woe, 
Suffer' d once for man below, 
Bending from thy throne on high, 
Hear our solemn litany. 

2 By thy birth and early years, 
By thy human griefs and fears, 
By thy fasting and distress 
In the lonely wilderness, 



44 



THE CHRISTIAN YEAR. 



By thy victory in the hour 
Of the subtle tempter's power; 
Jesus, look with pitying eye ; 
Hear our solemn litany. 

3 By thy conflict with despair, 
By thine agony of prayer, 
By the purple robe of scorn, 

By thy wounds, thy crown of thorn, 
By thy cross, thy pangs, and cries, 
By thy perfect sacrifice ; 
Jesus, look with pitying eye ; 
Hear our solemn litany. 

4 By thy deep expiring groan, 
By the seal'd sepulchral stone, 
By thy triumph o'er the grave, 
By thy power from death to save ; 
Mighty God, ascended Lord, 

To thy throne in heaven restored, 
Prince and Saviour, hear our cry, 
Hear our solemn litany. 

55 s. m. 

From the vi. Psalm. 

IN mercy, not in wrath, 
Rebuke me, gracious God ! 
Lest, if thy whole displeasure rise, 
I sink beneath thy rod. 

2 Touch' d by thy quickening power, 

My load of guilt I feel ; 
The wounds thy Spirit hath unclosed, 
O let that Spirit heal. 

3 In trouble and in gloom, 

Must I for ever mourn ? 



ASH WEDNESDAY AND LENT. 45 



And wilt thou not at length, O God, 
In pitying love return ? 

4 O come, ere life expire, 

Send down thy power to save ; 
For who shall sing thy Name in death, 
Or praise thee in the grave ? 

5 Why should I doubt thy grace, 

Or yield to dread despair ? 
Thou wilt fulfil thy promised word, 
And grant me all my prayer. 

56 s. m. 

From the li. Psalm. 

HAVE mercy, Lord, on me, 
As thou wert ever kind ; 
Let me, oppress' d with loads of guilt, 
Thy wonted mercy find. 

2 Wash off my foul offence, 

And cleanse me from my sin ; 
For I confess my crime, and see 
How great my guilt has been. 

3 Against thee, Lord, alone, 

And only in thy sight, 
Have I transgress' d; and, though condemn' d, 
Must own thy judgment right. 

4 Make me to hear with joy 

Thy kind forgiving voice ; 
That so the bones which thou hast broke 
May with fresh strength rejoice. 

5 Blot out my crying sins, 

Nor me in anger view : 
Create in me a heart that's clean, 
An upright mind renew. 



4 6 



THE CHRISTIAN YEAR. 



M' 



6 Withdraw not thou thy help, 

Nor cast me from thy sight ; 
Nor let thy Holy Spirit take 
His everlasting flight. 

7 The joy thy favour gives 

Let me, O Lord, regain ; 
And thy free Spirit's firm support 
My fainting soul sustain. 

57 s. m. 

From the cxxx. Psalm. 

Y soul with patience waits 
For thee, the living Lord ; 
My hopes are on thy promise built, 
Thy never-failing word. 

2 My longing eyes look out 

For thy enlivening ray, 
More duly than the morning watch 
To spy the dawning day. 

3 Let Israel trust in God, 

No bounds his mercy knows ; 
The plenteous source and spring from whence 
Eternal succour flows ; 

4 Whose friendly streams to us 

Supplies in want convey ; 
A healing spring, a spring to cleanse 
And wash our guilt away. 

58 c. m. 

From the xxxviii. Psalm. 

THY chastening wrath, O Lord, restrain, - 
Though I deserve it all ; 
Nor let on me the heavy storm 
Of thy displeasure fall. 



ASH WEDNESDAY AND LENT. 



47 



2 My sins, which to a deluge swell, 

My sinking head o'erflow, 
And, for my feeble strength to bear, 
Too vast a burden grow. 

3 But, Lord, before thy searching eyes 

All my desires appear ; 
The groanings of my burden' d soul 
Have reach' d thine open ear. 

4 Forsake me not, O Lord, rny God, 

Nor far from me depart : 
Make haste to my relief, O thou 
Who my salvation art. 

59 l- M. 

From the cxxxix. Psalm. 

THOU, Lord, by strictest search hast known 
My rising up and lying down ; 
My secret thoughts are known to thee, 
Known long before conceived by me. 

2 From thy all-seeing Spirit, Lord, 
What hiding-place does earth afford ? 
O where can I thy influence shun, 
Or whither from thy presence run ? 

3 The veil of night is no disguise, 

No screen from thy all-searching eyes ; 
Through midnight shades thou find'st thy way, 
As in the blazing noon of day. 

4 Search, try, O God, my thoughts and heart, 
If mischief lurk in any part ; 

Correct me where I go astray, 
And guide me in thy perfect way. 



4 8 



THE CHRISTIAN YEAR. 



QQ Eight 7s. 

SINNERS, turn, why will ye die ? 
God, your Maker, asks you why : 
God, who did your being give, 
Made you with himself to live : 
He the fatal cause demands, 
Asks the works of his own hands : 
Why, ye thankless creatures, why 
Will ye cross his love, and die? 

2 Sinners, turn, why will ye die ? 
God, your Saviour, asks you why : 
He who did your souls retrieve, 
Died himself that ye might live. 
Will you let him die in vain ? 
Crucify your Lord again ? 

Why, ye ransom' d sinners, why 
Will ye slight his grace, and die ? 

3 Sinners, turn, why will ye die ? 
God, the Spirit, asks you why : 
He who all your lives hath strove, 
Woo'd you to embrace his love. 
Will ye not his grace receive ? 
Will ye still refuse to live? 

O, ye dying sinners, why, 
Why will ye for ever die ? 

61 7s. 

HASTEN, sinner, to be wise \ 
Stay not for the morrow 7 s sun : 
Wisdom, if you still despise, 
Harder is it to be won. 

2 Hasten, mercy to implore ; 

Stay not for the morrow's sun ; 



■ 



ASH WEDNESDAY AND LENT. 



Lest thy season should be o'er, 
Ere this evening's stage be run. 

3 Hasten, sinner, to return ; 

Stay not for the morrow's sun ; 
Lest thy lamp should cease to burn, 
Ere salvation's work is done. 

4 Hasten, sinner, to be blest ; 

Stay not for the morrow's sun ; 
Lest perdition thee arrest, 
Ere the morrow is begun. 

62 7s. 

Ephesians v. 14-17. 

SINNER, rouse thee from thy sleep, 
Wake, and o'er thy folly weep; 
Raise thy spirit dark and dead, 
Jesus waits his light to shed. 

2 Wake from sleep, arise from death, 
See the bright and living path : 
Watchful tread that path ; be wise, 
Leave thy folly, seek the skies. 

3 Leave thy folly, cease from crime, 
From this hour redeem thy time ; 
Life secure without delay, 

Evil is the mortal day. 

4 Be not blind and foolish still ; 
Call'd of Jesus, learn his will : 
Jesus calls from death and night, 
Jesus waits to shed his light. 

63 c. m. 

AS o'er the past my memory strays, 
Why heaves the secret sigh ? 

4 



So 



THE CHRISTIAN YEAR. 



'Tis that I mourn departed days, 
Still unprepared to die. 

2 The world and worldly things beloved, 

My anxious thoughts employ' d ; 
And time unhallow'd, unimproved, 
Presents a fearful void. 

3 Yet, holy Father, wild despair 

Chase from my labouring breast ; 
Thy grace it is which prompts the prayer, 
That grace can do the rest. 

4 My life's brief remnant all be thine ; 

And when thy sure decree 
Bids me this fleeting breath resign, 
O speed my soul to thee. 



MY God, permit me not to be 
A stranger to myself and thee : 
Amidst a thousand thoughts I rove, 
Forgetful of my highest love. 

2 Why should my passions mix with earth, 
And thus debase my heavenly birth ? 
Why should I cleave to things below, 
And all my purest joys forego ? 

3 Call me away from flesh and sense ; 

Thy grace, O Lord, can draw me thence : 
I would obey the voice divine, 
And all inferior joys resign. 



O GRACIOUS God, in whom I live, 
My feeble efforts aid ; 
Help me to watch, and pray, and strive, 
Though trembling and afraid. 



64 



L. M. 



65 



C. M. 



ASH WEDNESDAY AND LENT. 



51 



2 Increase my faith, increase my hope, 

When foes and fears prevail ; 
And bear my fainting spirit up, 
Or soon my strength will fail. 

3 Whene'er temptations fright my heart, 

Or lure my feet aside, 
My God, thy powerful aid impart, 
My guardian and my guide. 

4 O keep me in thy heavenly way, 

And bid the tempter flee ; 
And let me never, never stray 
From happiness and thee. 

66 c. m. 

HOW oft, alas ! this wretched heart 
Has wander' d from the Lord ! 
How oft my roving thoughts depart, 
Forgetful of his word ! 

2 Yet sovereign mercy calls, -"Return;" 

Dear Lord, and may I come ? 
My vile ingratitude I mourn ; 
O take the wanderer home. 

3 And canst thou, wilt thou yet forgive, 

And bid my crimes remove ? 
And shall a pardon' d rebel live 
To speak thy wondrous love ? 

4 Almighty grace, thy healing power, 

How glorious, how divine ! 
That can to life and bliss restore 
So vile a heart as mine. 

5 Thy pardoning love, so free, so sweet, 

Dear Saviour, I adore : 



52 



THE CHRISTIAN YEAR. 



O keep me at thy sacred feet, 
And let me rove no more. 

67 l. m. 

OTHOU to whose all-searching sight 
The darkness shineth as the light, 
Search, prove my heart ; it looks to thee, 
O burst its bonds, and set it free. 

2 Wash out its stains, remove its dross, 
Bind my affections to the cross ; 
Hallow each thought, let all within 
Be clean, as thou, my Lord, art clean. 

3 If in this darksome wild I stray, 
Be thou my light, be thou my way ; 
No foes, no violence I fear, 

No harm, while thou, my God, art near. 

4 When rising floods my soul o'erflow, 
When sinks my heart in waves of woe, 
Jesus, thy timely aid impart, 

And raise my head, and cheer my heart. 

5 Saviour, where'er thy steps I see, 
Dauntless, untired, I follow thee : 
O let thy hand support me still, 
And lead me to thy holy hill. 

QQ 7 s & 6s. 

MY sins, my sins, my Saviour ! 
They take such, hold on me, 
I am not able to look up, 

Save only, Christ, to thee ; 
In thee is all forgiveness, 
In thee abundant grace, 



ASH WEDNESDAY AND LENT. 53 

My shadow and my sunshine 
The brightness of thy face. 

2 My sins, my sins, my Saviour ! 

How sad on thee they fall ! 
Seen through thy gentle patience, 

I tenfold feel them all ; 
I know they are forgiven, 

But still, their pain to me 
Is all the grief and anguish 

They laid, my Lord, on thee. 

3 My sins, my sins, my Saviour ! 

Their guilt I never knew 
Till, with thee, in the desert 

I near thy Passion drew ; 
Till, with thee, in the garden 

I heard thy pleading prayer, 
And saw the sweat-drops bloody 

That told thy sorrow there. 

4 Therefore my songs, my Saviour. 

E'en in this time of woe, 
Shall tell of all thy goodness 

To suffering man below ; 
Thy goodness and thy favour, 

Whose presence from above, 
Rejoice those hearts, my Saviour, 

That live in thee and love. 

C. M. 

A broken and contrite heart, O God, thou wilt not despise." 

ORD, when we bend before thy throne, 
J— ' And our confessions pour, 
Teach us to feel the sins we own, 
And hate what we deplore. 



THE CHRISTIAN YEAR. 



2 Our broken spirit pitying see ; 

True penitence impart ; 
Then let a kindling glance from thee 
Beam hope upon the heart. 

3 When we disclose our wants in prayer, 

May we our wills resign ; 
And not a thought our bosoms share 
Which is not wholly thine. 

4 May faith each weak petition fill, 

And waft it to the skies, 
And teach our hearts its goodness still 
That grants it or denies. 

5 All glory to the Father be, 

All glory to the Son, 
All glory, Holy Ghost, to thee, 
While endless ages run. 

Three 7s. 

" My soul fleeth unto the Lord." 

LORD, in this thy mercy's day, 
Ere it pass for aye away, 
On our knees we fall and pray. 

2 Holy Jesus, grant us tears, 

Fill us with heart-searching fears, 
Ere that awful doom appears. 

3 Lord, on us thy Spirit pour, 
Kneeling lowly at the door, 
Ere it close for evermore. 

4 By thy night of agony, 
By thy supplicating cry, 
By thy willingness to die, 



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5 By thy tears of bitter woe 
For Jerusalem below, 

Let us not thy love forego. 

6 Grant us 'neath thy wings a place, 
Lest we lose this day of grace 
Ere we shall behold thy face. 

71 8s & i os. 

"Whosoever believeth on me should not abide in darkness." 

O SHAME beyond the bitterest thought 
That evil spirit ever framed, 
That sinners know what Jesus wrought, 
Yet feel their haughty hearts untamed — 
That souls in refuge, holding by the Cross, 
Should wince and fret at this world's little loss. 

2 Lord of my heart, by thy last cry, 

Let not thy blood on earth be spent ; 
Lo, at thy feet I fainting lie, 

Mine eyes upon thy wounds are bent ; 
Upon thy streaming wounds my weary eyes 
Wait like the parched earth on April skies. 

3 Wash me, and dry these bitter tears ; 

O let my heart no further roam : 
'Tis thine by vows and hopes and fears 
Long since — O call thy wanderer home ; 
To that dear home, safe in thy wounded side, 
Where only broken hearts their sin may hide. 

72 P. M. 

JESUS, let thy pitying eye 
Call back a wandering sheep : 
Prone, like Peter, to deny, 
Like Peter, I would weep. 



56 



THE CHRISTIAN YEAR. 



Let me be by grace restored ; 

On me be all long-suffering shown ; 
Turn and look upon me, Lord, 

And break my heart of stone. 

2 Saviour, Prince, enthroned above, 

Repentance to impart, 
Give me, through thy dying love, 

The humble, contrite heart ; 
Give what I have long implored, 

A portion of thy grief unknown ; 
Turn and look upon me, Lord, 

And break my heart of stone. 

73 «*■ 

" In whom we have redemption through his blood, the forgiveness of 
sins/' 

WEARY of earth, and laden with my sin, 
I look at heaven and long to enter in. 
But there no evil thing may find a home : 
And yet I hear a voice that bids me " Come." 

2 So vile I am, how dare I hope to stand 
In the pure glory of that holy land ? 
Before the whiteness of that throne appear ? 
Yet there are hands stretch' d out to draw me 

near. 

3 The while I fain would tread the heavenly way, 
Evil is ever with me, day by day ; 

Yet on mine ears the gracious tidings fall, 
" Repent, confess, thou shalt be loosed from all." 

4 It is the voice of Jesus that I hear, 

His are the hands stretch 'd out to draw me near, 
And his the blood that can for all atone, 
And set me faultless there before the throne. 



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5 'Twas he who found me on the deathly wild, 
And made me heir of heaven, the Father's child, 
And day by day, whereby my soul may live, 
Gives me his grace of pardon, and will give. 

6 Yea, thou wilt answer for me, righteous Lord : 
Thine all the merits, mine the great reward ; 
Thine the sharp thorns, and mine the golden 

crown, 

Mine the life won, and thine the life laid down. 



74 6s & 5s. 

"Whom resist, steadfast in the faith." 

CHRISTIAN, dost thou see them 
On the holy ground, 
How the troops of Midian 

Prowl and prowl around ? 
Christian, up and smite them, 

Counting gain but loss ; 
Smite them by the merit 
Of the holy Cross. 

2 Christian, dost thou hear them, 

How they speak thee fair? 
"Always fast and vigil? 

Always watch and prayer ?' ' 
Christian, answer boldly : 
"While I breathe I pray !" 
Peace shall follow battle, 
Night shall end in day. 

3 "Well I know thy trouble, 

my servant true ; • 
Thou art very weary, 

1 was weary too ; 



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THE CHRISTIAN YEAR. 



But that toil shall make thee 
Some day all mine own, 

And the end of sorrow 
Shall be near my throne. 7 9 

75 Six 8s. 

"\ X TEARY of wandering from my God, 

* V And now made willing to return, 
I hear and bow me to the rod ; 

For thee, not without hope, I mourn : 
I have an Advocate above, 
A Friend before the throne of love. 

2 O Jesus, full of truth and grace — 

More full of grace than I of sin — 
Yet once again I seek thy face : 

Open thine arms and take me in ; 
And freely my backsliding heal, 
And love the faithless sinner still. 

3 Thou know' st the way to bring me back, 

My fallen spirit to restore : 
O, for thy truth and mercy's sake, 

Forgive, and bid me sin no more : 
The ruins of my soul repair, 
And make my heart a house of prayer. 

76 L. M. 

WITH broken heart and contrite sigh 
A trembling sinner, Lord, I cry; 
Thy pardoning grace is rich and free : 
O God, be merciful to me. 

2 I smite upon my troubled breast, 

With deep and conscious guilt oppress' d; 
Christ and his cross my only plea : 
O God, be merciful to me. 



PALM SUNDAY AND PASSION WEEK. 



3 Far off I stand with tearful eyes, 
Nor dare uplift them to the skies ; 
But thou dost all my anguish see : 
O God, be merciful to me. 

4 Nor alms, nor deeds that I have done, 
Can for a single sin atone ; 

To Calvary alone I flee : 
O God, be merciful to me. 

5 And when, redeem' d from sin and hell, 
With all the ransomed throng I dwell, 
My raptured song shall ever be, 

God has been merciful to me. 

PALM SUNDAY AND PASSION WEEK. 
77 8s & 7s. 

Isaiah Ixiii. 1-4. 

WHO is this that comes from Edom, 
All his raiment stained with blood, 
To the captive speaking freedom, 
Bringing and bestowing good ; 
Glorious in the garb he wears, 
Glorious in the spoil he bears? 

2 'Tis the Saviour, now victorious, 

Travelling onward in his might ; 
'Tis the Saviour; O how glorious, 

To his people, is the sight ! 
Satan conquered, and the grave, 
Jesus now is strong to save. 

3 Why that blood his raiment staining? 

'Tis the blood of many slain; 
Of his foes there's none remaining, 
None, the contest to maintain : 



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THE CHRISTIAN YEAR. 



Fallen they are, no more to rise ; 
All their glory prostrate lies. 

4 Mighty Victor, reign for ever ; 

Wear the crown so dearly won ; 
Never shall thy people, never, 

Cease to sing what thou hast done ; 
Thou hast fought thy people's foes ; 
Thou hast healed thy people's woes. 

78 L. M. 

" And the multitudes that went before, and that followed, cried, saying, 

Hosanna to the Son of David V 

RIDE on ! ride on in majesty ! 
Hark ! all the tribes hosanna cry ; 
O Saviour meek, pursue thy road 
With palms and scatter' d garments strow'd. 

2 Ride on ! ride on in majesty ! 
In lowly pomp ride on to die : 

O Christ, thy triumphs now begin 
O'er captive death and conquer' d sin. 

3 Ride on ! ride on in majesty ! 
The angel armies of the sky 

Look down with sad and wondering eyes 
To see the approaching sacrifice. 

4 Ride on ! ride on in majesty ! 
The last and fiercest strife is nigh : 
The Father on his sapphire throne 
Awaits his own anointed Son. 

5 Ride on ! ride on in majesty ! 
In lowly pomp ride on to die ; 
Bow thy meek head to mortal pain, 
Then take, O God, thy power, and reign. 



PALM SUNDAY AND PASSION WEEK. 6 1 



79 7s & 6s. 

" Out of the mouth of babes and sucklings thou hast perfected praise." 

ALL glory, laud, and honour 
To thee, Redeemer, King ! 
To whom the lips of children 
Made sweet hosannas ring. 

2 Thou art the King of Israel, 

Thou David's royal Son, 
Who in the Lord's Name comest, 
The King and Blessed One. 

All glory, etc. 

3 The company of angels 

Are praising thee on high, 
And mortal men, and all things 
Created, make reply. 

All glory, etc. 

4 The people of the Hebrews 

With palms before thee went : 
Our praise and prayer and anthems 
Before thee we present. 

All glory, etc. 

5 To thee before thy passion 

They sang their hymns of praise ; 
To thee now high exalted 
Our melody we raise. 

All glory, etc. 

6 Thou didst accept their praise ; 

Accept the prayers we bring, 
Who in all good delightest, 
Thou good and gracious King. 

All glory, etc. 



62 



THE CHRISTIAN YEAR. 



80 8s & 7 s. 

HAIL, thou once-despised Jesus ; 
Hail, thou Galilean King ; 
Thou didst suffer to release us ; 

Thou didst free salvation bring ! 
Hail, thou agonizing Saviour, 

Bearer of our sin and shame ; 
By thy merit find we favour ; 
Life is given through thy Name. 

2 Paschal Lamb, by God appointed, 

All our sins on thee were laid ; 
By almighty love anointed, 

Thou hast full atonement made. 
All thy people are forgiven 

Through the virtue of thy blood ; 
Open'd is the gate of heaven, 

Man is reconciled to God. 

3 Jesus, low we bow before thee, 

Mediator glorified ! 
All the heavenly hosts adore thee, 

Seated at thy Father's side; 
There for sinners thou art pleading, 

There thou dost our place prepare ; 
Ever for us interceding, 

Till in glory we appear. 

4 Worship, honour, power, and blessing 

Thou art worthy to receive ; 
Loudest praises, never ceasing, 

Meet it is for us to give. , 
Help, ye bright angelic spirits, 

Bring your sweetest, noblest lays ; 
Help to sing our Saviour's merits, 

Help to chant Emmanuel's praise. 



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81 P. M. 

BEHOLD the Lamb ! 
O thou for sinners slain, 
Let it not be in vain 

That thou hast died ; 
Thee for my Saviour let me take, 
Thee, thee alone my refuge make, 
Thy pierced side. 

2 Behold the Lamb ! 
Archangels, fold your wings ; 
Seraphs, hush all the strings 

Of million lyres : 
The Victim, veil'd on earth, in love 
UnveiFd, enthroned, adored above, 

All heaven admires ! 

3 Behold the Lamb ! 
Saints, who in blissful rest 
Wait to be fully blest ; 

O Lord, how long ! 
The Church on earth, o'erwhelm'd with fears, 
Still in this vale of woe and tears, 

Swell the full song. 

4 Behold the Lamb ! 
Worthy is he alone 
To sit upon the throne 

Of God above ! 
One with the Ancient of all days, 
One with the Paraclete in praise, 

All light, all love ! 

82 L. M. 

From the xl. Psalm. 

I'VE learnt that thou hast not desired 
Offerings and sacrifice alone ; 



6 4 



THE CHRISTIAN YEAR. 



Nor blood of guiltless beasts required 
For man's transgression to atone. 

2 I therefore come — come to fulfil 
The oracles thy books impart : 
'Tis my delight to do thy will ; 
Thy law is written in my heart. 



WHEN I survey the wondrous cross 
On which the Prince of glory died, 
My richest gain I count but loss, 
And pour contempt on all my pride. 

2 Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast, 

Save in the cross of Christ, my God : 
All the vain things that charm me most, 
I sacrifice them to thy blood. 

3 See, from his head, his hands, his feet, 

Sorrow and love flow mingled down ! 
Did e'er such love and sorrow meet? 
Or thorns compose so rich a crown ? 

4 Were the whole realm of nature mine, 

That were a tribute far too small ; 
Love so amazing, so divine, 

Demands my life, my soul, my all. 



*HPIS finish' d ; so the Saviour cried, 

And meekly bow'd his head and died : 
'Tis finish' d : yes, the work is done, 
The battle fought, the victory won. 



GOOD FRIDAY. 



83 



L. M. 



84 




GOOD FRIDAY. 



65 



2 'Tis finish' d: all that heaven decreed, 
And all the ancient prophets said, 

•Is now fulfill' d, as long design' d, 
In me, the Saviour of mankind. 

3 'Tis finish' d : Aaron now no more 
Must stain his robes with purple gore : 
The sacred veil is rent in twain, 

And Jewish rites no more remain. 

4 'Tis finish' d : this my dying groan 
Shall sins of every kind atone : 
Millions shall be redeem' d from death, 
By this, my last expiring breath. 

5 'Tis finish' d: heaven is reconciled, 
And all the powers of darkness spoil' d : 
Peace, love, and happiness, again 
Return and dwell with sinful men. 

6 'Tis finish' d : let the joyful sound 

Be heard through all the nations round : 

'Tis finish'd: let the echo fly 

Through heaven and hell, through earth and sky. 



Ye that feel the tempter's power, 
Your Redeemer's conflict see, 

Watch with him one bitter hour ; 
Turn not from his griefs away, 
Learn of Jesus Christ to pray. 

2 Follow to the judgment-hall ; 

View the Lord of life arraign' d ; 
O the wormwood and the gall ! 
O the pangs his soul sustain 'd ! 



85 



Six 7s. 
O to dark Gethsemane. 




66 



THE CHRISTIAN YEAR. 



Shun not suffering, shame, or loss ; 
Learn of him to bear the cross. 

3 Calvary's mournful mountain climb; 
There, adoring at his feet, 
Mark the miracle of time, 

God's own sacrifice complete ; 
"It is finish'd !" hear him cry; 
Learn of Jesus Christ to die. 



86 8s & 7s. 

"Unto you therefore which believe he is precious/' 

SWEET the moments, rich in blessing, 
Which before the cross I spend, 
Life, and health, and peace possessing 
From the sinner's dying Friend. 

2 Here I rest, for ever viewing 

Mercy pour'd in streams of blood ; 
Precious drops, my soul bedewing, 
Plead and claim my peace with God. 

3 Truly blessed is the station, 

Low before his cross to lie, 
Whilst I see divine compassion 
Beaming in his languid eye. 

4 Lord, in ceaseless contemplation 

Fix my thankful heart on thee, 
Till I taste thy full salvation 
And thine unveil'd glory see. 



87 8s, 7 s & 4s. 

" It is finished." 

IT ARK ! the voice of love and mercy 

Sounds aloud from Calvary ; 
See, it rends the rocks asunder — 



GOOD FRIDAY. 



Shakes the earth, and veils the sky ! 

" It is finish' d !" 
Hear the Saviour, dying, cry. 

2 It is finish' d ! O what pleasure 
Do these precious words afford ! 

Heavenly blessings, without measure, 
Flow to us from Christ the Lord. 

It is finish'd ! 
Saints, the dying words record. 

3 Finish'd, all the types and shadows 
Of the ceremonial law ; 

Finish'd, all that God had promised; 
Death and hell no more shall awe : 

It is finish'd ! 
Saints, from hence your comforts draw. 

4 Tune your harps anew, ye seraphs ; 
Strike them to Emmanuel's name \ 

All in earth, and all in heaven, 
Join the triumph to proclaim. 

Hallelujah ! 
Glory to the bleeding Lamb ! 

Ten 7s. 

BOUND upon th' accursed tree, 
Faint and bleeding, who is he ? 
By the eyes so pale and dim, 
Streaming blood and writhing limb, 
By the flesh with scourges torn, 
By the crown of twisted thorn, 
By the side so deeply pierced, 
By the baffled, burning thirst, 
By the drooping, death-dew'd brow, 
Son of man, 'tis thou ! 'tis thou ! 



68 



THE CHRISTIAN YEAR. 



2 Bound upon th' accursed tree, 
Dread and woeful, who is he ? 
By the sun at noonday pale, 
Shivering rocks and rending veil, 
By the earth enwrapt in gloom, 
By the saints who burst their tomb, 
By the promise ere he died 

To the felon at his side ; 

Lord ! our suppliant knees we bow ! 

Son of God! 'tis thou! 'tis thou ! 

3 Bound upon th' accursed tree, 
Faint and dying, who is he ? 
By the last and bitter cry 

Of the dying agony, 

By the lifeless body laid 

In the chambers of the dead, 

By the mourners bow'd to weep 

Where the bones of Jesus sleep, 

Crucified, we know thee now : 

Son of man ! 'tis thou ! 'tis thou ! 

4 Bound upon th' accursed tree, 
Dread and awful, who is he ? 

By the prayer for them that slew, 
" Lord ! they know not what they do !" 
By the spoil' d and empty grave, 
By the souls he died to save, 
By the conquest he hath won, 
By the saints before his throne, 
By the rainbow round his brow, 
Son of God ! 'tis thou ! 'tis thou ! 

89 7s & 6s. 

OS ACRED head, now wounded ! 
With grief and shame weigh' d down ! 



GOOD FRIDAY. 



6 9 



O sacred brow, surrounded 
With thorns, thy only crown ! 

O sacred head, what glory, 

What bliss, till now was thine ! 

Yet though despised and gory, 
I joy to call thee mine. 

2 On me, as thou art dying, 

O turn thy pitying eye ! 
To thee for mercy crying, 

Before thy cross I lie. 
Thy grief and thy compassion 

Were all for sinners' gain ; 
Mine, mine was the transgression, 

But thine the deadly pain. 

3 What language shall I borrow 

To praise thee, dearest Friend, 
For this, thy dying sorrow, 

Thy pity without end ? 
O make me thine for ever, 

And should I fainting be, 
Lord, let me never, never, 

Outlive my love to thee. 

4 Be near when I am dying ; 

O show thy cross to me ! 
And to my succour flying, 

Come, Lord, and set me free. 
These eyes new faith receiving, 

From thine eyes shall not move ; 
For he who dies believing 

Dies safely through thy love. 



7o 



THE CHRISTIAN YEAR. 



90 L. M. 

" They crucified him." 

OCOME and mourn with me a while; 
O come ye to the Saviour's side ; 
O come, together let us mourn ; 
Jesus, our Lord, is crucified. 

2 Have we no tears to shed for him, 

While soldiers scoff and Jews deride ? 
Ah ! look how patiently he hangs ; 
Jesus, our Lord, is crucified. 

3 Seven times he spake, seven words of love ; 

And all three hours his silence cried 
For mercy on the souls of men ; 
Jesus, our Lord, is crucified. 

4 Come, let us stand beneath the cross ; 

So may the blood from out his side 
Fall gently on us drop by drop ; 
Jesus, our Lord, is crucified. 

5 A broken heart, a fount of tears, 

Ask?, and they will not be denied ; 
Lord Jesus, may we love and weep, 
Since thou for us art crucified. 

EASTER EVEN. 

91 7s. 

PAIN and toil are over now ; 
Bring the spice and bring the myrrh, 
Fold the limb and bind the brow, 
In the rich man's sepulchre. 

2 Sin has bruised the Victor's heel ; 
Roll the stone and guard it well ; 
Bring the Roman's boasted seal, 
Bring his boldest sentinel. 



EASTER EVEN. 



71 



3 Yet the morning's purple ray 
Shall present a glorious sight, 
Stone by earthquake roll'd away, 
Angel guards all robed in white. 

92 c. m. 

From the xvi. Psaim. 

MY grateful soul shall bless the Lord, 
Whose precepts give me light ; 
And private counsel still afford 
In sorrow's dismal night. 

2 Therefore my heart all grief defies, 

My glory does rejoice ; 
My flesh shall rest, in hope to rise, 
Waked by his powerful voice. 

3 Thou, Lord, when I resign my breath, 

My soul from hell shalt free ; 
Nor let thy Holy One in death 
The least corruption see. 

4 Thou shalt the paths of life display 

Which to thy presence lead ; 
Where pleasures dwell without allay, 
And joys that never fade. 

93 "s. 

" I would not live alway." — Job vii. 16. 

I WOULD not live alway : I ask not to stay 
Where storm after storm rises dark o'er the 
way ; 

The few lurid mornings that dawn on us here 
Are enough for life's woes, full enough for its 
cheer. 

2 I would not live alway, thus fetter' d by sin, 
Temptation without and corruption within : 



72 



THE CHRISTIAN YEAR. 



E'en the rapture of pardon is mingled with fears, 
And the cup of thanksgiving with penitent tears. 

3 I would not live alway ; no, welcome the tomb : 
Since Jesus hath lain there, I dread not its 

gloom ; 

There, sweet be my rest, till he bid me arise 
To hail him in triumph descending thf skies. 

4 Who, who would live alway, away from his 

God; 

Away from yon heaven, that blissful abode, 
Where the rivers of pleasure flow o'er the bright 
plains, 

And the noontide of glory eternally reigns ; 

5 Where the saints of all ages in harmoAy meet, 
Their Saviour and brethren, transported, to 

greet; 

While the anthems of rapture unceasingly roll, 
And the smile of the Lord is the fea<t of the 
soul. 

94 m. 

THY bitter anguish o'er, 
To this dark tomb they bore 
Thee, Life of life — thee, Lord of all creation ! 
The hollow rocky cave 
Must serve thee for a grave, 
Who wast thyself the rock of our salvation ! 

2 O Prince of Life ! I know 
That when I too lie low, 

Thou wilt at last my soul from death awaken : 
Wherefore I will not shrink 
From the grave's awful brink; 

The heart that trusts in thee shall ne'er be shaken. 



EASTER EVEN. 



73 



3 To me the darksome tomb 
Is but a narrow room, 

Where I may rest in peace, from sorrow free. 

Thy death shall give me power 

To cry in that dark hour, 
O Death ! O Grave ! where is your victory ? 

4 My Jesus, day by day 
Help me to watch and pray 

Beside the tomb where in my heart thou'rt laid. 

Thy bitter death shall be 

My constant memory, 
My guide at last into death's awful shade. 

95 L- M. 

From the Ixxxviii. Psalm. 

GOD of my life, O Lord most high, 
To thee by day and night I cry ; 
Vouchsafe my mournful voice to hear, 
To my distress incline thine ear. 

2 Like those whose strength and hopes are fled, 
They number me among the dead ; 

Like those who, shrouded in the grave, 
From thee no more remembrance have. 

3 Wilt thou by miracle revive 

The dead, whom thou forsook'st alive? 
Shall the mute grave thy love confess, 
A mouldering tomb thy faithfulness? 

4 To thee, O Lord, I cry forlorn, 
My prayer prevents the early morn : 
Why hast thou, Lord, my soul forsook, 
Nor once vouchsafed a gracious look ? 

5 Companions dear and friends beloved 
Far from my sight thou hast removed : 



74 



THE CHRISTIAN YEAR. 



God of my life, Lord most high, 
Vouchsafe to hear my mournful cry ! 



"And when Joseph had taken the body, he wrapped it in a clean linen 
cloth, and laid it in his own new tomb, which he had hewn out in the 
rock. . . . And there was Mary Magdalene and the other Mary, sit- 
ting over against the sepulchre." 



RESTING from his work to-day 
In the tomb the Saviour lay ; 
Still he slept, from head to feet 
Shrouded in the winding-sheet, 
Lying in the rock alone, 
Hidden by the sealed stone. 

2 Late at even there was seen 
Watching long the Magdalene ; 
Early, ere the break of day, 
Sorrowful she took her way 

To the holy garden glade, 
Where her buried Lord was laid. 

3 So with thee, till life shall end, 
I would solemn vigil spend : 
Let me hew thee, Lord, a shrine 
In this rocky heart of mine, 
Where in pure embalmed cell 
None but thou may ever dwell. 

4 Myrrh and spices will I bring, 
True affection's offering ; 

Close the door from sight and sound 
Of the busy world around ; 
And in patient watch remain 
Till my Lord appear again. 



THIS life's a dream, an empty show; 
But the bright world to which I go 



96 



Six 7s. 



97 



L. M. 



EASTER EVEN. 



75 



Hath joys substantial and sincere : 
When shall I wake and find me there ? 

2 glorious hour ! O blest abode ! 
I shall be near and like my God, 
And flesh and sense no more control 
The sacred pleasures of the soul. 

3 My flesh shall slumber in the ground 
Till the last trumpet's joyful sound ; 
Then burst the chains with sweet surprise, 
And in my Saviour's image rise. 

98 8s & 7 s. 

WHEN my last hour is close at hand, 
My last sad journey taken, 
Do thou, Lord Jesus, by me stand, 

Let me not be forsaken. 
O Lord, my spirit I resign 
Into thy loving hands divine ; 
'Tis safe within thy keeping. 

2 Countless as sands upon the shore, 

My sins may then appall me ; 
Yet, though my conscience vex me sore, 

Despair shall not enthrall me : 
For as I draw my latest breath, 
I'll think, Lord Christ, upon thy death, 

And there find consolation. 

3 I shall not in the grave remain, 

Since thou death's bonds hast sever' d ; 
But hope with thee to rise again, 

From fear of death deliver' d, 
For where thou art, there I shall be, 
That I may ever live with thee : 

This is my joy in dying. 



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THE CHRISTIAN YEAR. 



4 And so to Jesus Christ I'll go, 
My longing arms extending ; 
So fall asleep in slumber deep — 

Slumber that knows no ending, 
Till Jesus Christ, God's only Son, 
Opens the gates of bliss, leads on 
To heaven, to life eternal. 



99 s. m. 

" It is not death to die. 

IT is not death to die, 
To leave this weary road, 
And 'midst the brotherhood on high 
To be at home with God. 

2 It is not death to close 

The eye long dimm'd by tears, 
And wake in glorious repose 
To spend eternal years. 

3 It is not death to bear 

The wrench that sets us free 
From dungeon chain, to breathe the air 
Of boundless liberty. 

4 It is not death to fling 

Aside this sinful dust, 
And rise, on strong, exulting wing, 
To live among the just. 

5 Jesus, thou Prince of life ! 

Thy chosen cannot die; 
Like thee, they conquer in the strife, 
To reign with thee on high. 



EASTER. 



100 8s & 6s - 

TO him who for our sins was slain, 
To him for all his dying pain, 
Sing we alleluia ! 

To him the Lamb our Sacrifice, 
Who gave his soul our ransom-price, 
Sing we alleluia ! 

2 To him who died that we might die 
To sin, and live with him on high, 

Sing we alleluia ! 
To him who rose that we might rise, 
And reign with him beyond the skies, 

Sing we alleluia ! 

3 To him who now for us doth plead, 
And helpeth us in all our need, 

Sing we alleluia ! 
To him who doth prepare on high 
Our home in immortality, 

Sing we alleluia ! 

4 To him be glory evermore : 

Ye heavenly hosts, your Lord adore; 

Sing we alleluia ! 
To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, 
Our God most great, our joy, our boast, 

Sing we alleluia ! 

EASTER. 

101 78. 

CHRIST the Lord is risen to-day, 
Sons of men and angels say : 
Raise your joys and triumphs high, 
Sing, ye heavens, and, earth, reply. 



THE CHRISTIAN YEAR. 



2 Love's redeeming work is done, 
Fought the fight, the victory won : 
Jesus' agony is o'er, 

Darkness veils the earth no more. 

3 Vain the stone, the watch, the seal, 
Christ hath burst the gates of hell \ 
Death in vain forbids him rise, 
Christ hath open'd paradise. 

4 Soar we now where Christ hath led, 
Following our exalted Head ; 
Made like him, like him we rise ; 
Ours the cross, the grave, the skies. 

102 c. m. 

From the cxviii. Psalm. 

JOY fills the dwelling of the just, 
Whom God has saved from harm ; 
For wondrous things are brought to pass 
By his almighty arm. 

2 Then open wide the temple gates 

To which the just repair, 
That I may enter in, and praise 
My great Deliverer there. 

3 That which the builders once refused, 

Is now the Corner-stone : 
This is the wondrous work of God, 
The work of God alone. 

4 This day is God's ; let all the lands 

Exalt their cheerful voice : 
"Lord, we beseech thee, save us now, 
And make us still rejoice." 

5 O then with me give thanks to God, 

Who still does gracious prove ; 
And let the tribute of our praise 
Be endless as his love. 



EASTER, 



103 8s & 6s. 

" The First-begotten of the dead." 

COME see the place where Jesus lay, 
And hear angelic watchers say, 
Ci He lives, who once was slain : 
Why seek the living 'midst the dead ? 
Remember how the Saviour said 
That he would rise again." 

2 O joyful sound ! O glorious hour, 
When by his own almighty power 

He rose, and left the grave ! 
Now let our songs his triumph tell, 
Who burst the bands of death and hell, 

And ever lives to sa.ve. 

3 The First-begotten of the dead, 
For us he rose, our glorious Head, 

Immortal life to bring ; 
What though the saints like him shall die 
They share their Leader's victory, 

And triumph with their King. 

4 No more they tremble at the grave, 
For Jesus will their spirits save, 

And raise their slumbering dust : 
O risen Lord, in thee we live, 
To thee our ransom' d souls we give, 

To thee our bodies trust. 



104 7s. 

JESUS CHRIST is risen to-day, 
J Our triumphant holiday ; 
Who did once upon the cross 
Suffer to redeem our loss. 

Hallelujah ! 



8o 



THE CHRISTIAN YEAR. 



2 Hymns of praise then let us sing 
Unto Christ, our heavenly King, 
Who endured the cross and grave, 
Sinners to redeem and save. 

Hallelujah ! 

3 But the pains which he endured 
Our salvation have procured ; 
Now above the sky he's King, 
Where the angels ever sing, 

Hallelujah ! 



105 8s & 7s. 

HE is risen, he is risen ! 
Tell it with a joyful voice, 
He has burst his three days' prison, 
Let the whole wide earth rejoice ; 
Death is vanquish' d, man is free, 
Christ has won the victory. 

2 Tell it to the sinners, weeping 

Over deeds in darkness done, 
Weary fast and vigil keeping ; 

Brightly breaks their Easter sun * 
Christ has borne our sins away, 
Christ has conquer' d hell to-day. 

3 He is risen, he is risen ! 

He has oped the eternal gate ; 
We are loosed from* sin's dark prison, 

Risen to a holier state, 
Where a brightening Easter beam 
On our longing eye shall stream. 



EASTER. 



81 



106 



P. M. 



NGELS, roll the rock away ! 



Death, yield up the mighty prey ! 
See, the Saviour quits the tomb, 
Glowing with immortal bloom. 

Alleluia, alleluia, 
Christ the Lord is risen to-day. 

2 Shout, ye seraphs ; angels, raise 
Your eternal song of praise ; 
Let the earth's remotest bound 
Echo to the blissful sound. 

Alleluia, alleluia, 
Christ the Lord is risen to-day. 

3 Holy Father, Holy Son, 
Holy Spirit, Three in One, 
Glory as of old to thee, 
Now and evermore, shall be. 

Alleluia, alleluia, 
Christ the Lord is risen to-day. 



THE day of resurrection ! 
Earth, tell it out abroad ! 
The passover of gladness, 

The passover of God ! 
From death to life eternal, 

From this world to the sky, 
Our Christ hath brought us over, 
With hymns of victory. 

2 Our hearts be pure from evil, 
That we may see aright 
The Lord in rays eternal 
Of resurrection light ; 




107 



7s & 6s. 



6 



82 



THE CHRISTIAN YEAR. 



And, listening to his accents, 
May hear, so calm and plain, 

His own "All hail !" and, hearing, 
May raise the victor strain. 

3 Now let the heavens be joyful ! 

Let earth her song begin ! 
Let the round world keep triumph, 

And all that is therein ! 
Invisible and visible, 

Their notes let all things blend, 
For Christ the Lord hath risen, 

Our Joy that hath no end. 



108 p- m. 

LIFT your glad voices in triumph on high, 
For Jesus hath risen, that man may not die. 
Vain were the terrors that gather'd around him, 
And short the dominion of death and the 
grave j 

He burst from the fetters of darkness that bound 
him, 

Resplendent in glory to live and to save. 
Loud was the chorus of angels on high, 
"The Saviour hath risen, and man shall not die." 

2 Glory to God, in full anthems of joy ! 

The being he gave us, death cannot destroy ; 
Sad were the life we must part with to-morrow, 
If tears were our birthright, and death were 
our end ; 

But Jesus hath cheer' d the dark valley of sorrow, 

And bade us, immortal, to heaven ascend. 
Lift your glad voices in triumph on high, 
Jesus hath risen, and man shall not die. 



EASTER. 



83 



O' 



109 Six 7 s. 

|NCE the angel started back, 
When he saw the blood-stain' d door, 
Pausing on his vengeful track, 
And the dwelling passing o'er. 
Once the sea from Israel fled, 
Ere it roll'd o'er Egypt's dead. 

2 Now our Passover is come, 

Dimly shadow' d in time past, 
And the very Paschal Lamb, 

Christ the Lord, is slain at last. 

Then, with hearts and hands made meet, 
Our unleaven'd bread we'll eat. 

3 Blessed Victim sent from heaven, 

Whom all angel hosts obey, 
To whose will all earth is given, 

At whose word hell shrinks away, 

Thou hast conquer'd death's dread strife, 
Thou hast brought us light and life. 

HO Eight 7s. 

"Sing ye to the Lord ; for he hath triumphed gloriously." 

AT the Lamb's high feast we sing 
Praise to our victorious King, 
Who hath wash'd us in the tide 
Flowing from his pierced side ; 
Praise we him, whose love divine 
Gives his sacred blood for wine, 
Gives his body for the feast, 
Christ the Victim, Christ the Priest. 



2 Where the paschal blood is pour'd, 
Death's dark angel sheathes his sword ; 



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THE CHRISTIAN YEAR. 



Israel's hosts triumphant go 

Through the wave that drowns the foe. 

Praise we Christ, whose blood was shed, 

Paschal Victim, Paschal Bread ; 

With sincerity and love 

Eat we manna from above. 

3 Mighty Victim from the sky ! 
Hell's fierce powers beneath thee lie; 
Thou hast conquer' d in the fight, 
Thou hast brought us life and light : 
Now no more can death appall, 
Now no more the grave enthrall ; 
Thou hast opened paradise, 

And in thee thy saints shall rise. 

4 Easter triumph, Easter joy, 
Sin alone can this destroy ; 
From sin's power do thou set free 
Souls new-born, O Lord, in thee. 
Hymns of glory and of praise, 
Risen Lord, to thee we raise ; 
Holy Father, praise to thee, 
With the Spirit, ever be. 

HI P. M. 

" O sing unto the Lord a new song ; for he hath done marvellous 
things." 

Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia! 

THE strife is o'er, the battle done; 
The triumph of the Lord is won ; 
O let the song of praise be sung. 

Alleluia ! 

2 The powers of death have done their worst, 
And Jesus hath his foes dispersed ; 
Let shouts of praise and joy outburst. 

Alleluia ! 



ASCENSION. 



3 On that third morn he rose again, 
In glorious majesty to reign ; 

O let us swell the joyful strain. 

Alleluia ! 

4 He closed the yawning gates of hell ; 
The bars from heaven's high portals fell ; 
Let songs of joy his triumphs tell. 

* Alleluia ! 

5 Lord, by the stripes which wounded thee, 
From death's dread sting thy servants free, 
That we may live, and sing to thee, 

Alleluia ! 

ASCENSION. 

112 L- M. 

THE rising God forsakes the tomb ; 
Up to his Father's court he flies; 
Cherubic legions guard him home, 
And shout him welcome to the skies. 

Break off your tears, ye saints, and tell 
How high our great Deliverer reigns ; 
Sing how he spoil'd the hosts of hell, 
And led the tyrant death in chains. 

Say, "Live for ever, glorious King, 

Born to redeem, instruct and save !" 
Then ask — " O death, where is thy sting? 
And where thy victory, O grave?" 

113 c. M. 

From the xiv. Psalm. 

ERECT your heads, eternal gates, 
Unfold, to entertain 
The King of glory ! see ! he comes 
With his celestial train. 



86 



THE CHRISTIAN YEAR. 



2 Who is the King of glory ? who ? 

The Lord for strength renown'd; 
In battle mighty ; o'er his foes 
Eternal victor crown' d. 

3 Erect your heads, ye gates ; unfold, 

In state to entertain 
The King of glory ! see, he comes 
With all his shining train. 

4 Who is the King of glory ? who ? 

The Lord of hosts renown'd ; 
Of glory he alone is King, 
Who is with glory crown' d. 



THE servants of Jehovah's will 
His favour's gentle beams enjoy; 
Their upright hearts let gladness fill, 

And cheerful songs their tongues employ. 

2 To him your voice in anthems raise, 

Jehovah's awful name he bears; 
In him rejoice, extol his praise, 

Who rides upon high-rolling-spheres. 

3 His chariots numberless, his powers 

Are heavenly hosts, that wait his will ; 
His presence now fills Sion's towers, 
As once it honour' d Sinai's hill. 

4 Ascending high, in triumph thou 

Captivity hast captive led, 
And on thy people didst bestow 
Thy gifts and graces freely shed. 



114 



L. M. 



From the Ixviii. Psalm. 




ASCENSION. 



87 



115 L- M. 

From the xlvii. Psalm. 

OALL ye people, clap your hands, 
And with triumphant voices sing ; 
No force the mighty power withstands 
Of God the universal King. 

2 He shall assaulting foes repel, 

And with success our battles fight ; 
Shall fix the place where we must dwell, 
The pride of Jacob, his delight. 

3 God is gone up, our Lord and King, 

With shouts of joy, and trumpet's sound ; 
To him repeated praises sing, 

And let the cheerful song rebound. 

4 Your utmost skill in praise be shown, 

For him who all the world commands ; 
Who sits upon his righteous throne, 

And spreads his sway o'er heathen lands. 

lie c. m. 

FORTH flames the standard of our King, 
Bright gleams the mystic sign, 
When life bore death of suffering, 
And death wrought life divine. 

2 The stabs of the accursed spear 

Brought forth the healing flood, 
To cleanse sin's stains, so dark and drear, 
With water and with blood. 

3 Fulfill' d is each prophetic word, 

Each faith-inspiring strain, 
Telling the nations of that Lord 
Who by the cross should reign. 



88 



THE CHRISTIAN YEAR. 



4 Hail, Cross of Christ ! man's only hope; 
While now we gaze and pray, 
Dear Lord, th' exhaustless fountains ope, 
And wash our sins away. 



117 L. M. 

OUR Lord is risen from the dead, 
Our Jesus is gone up on high ; 
The powers of hell are captive led, 
Dragg'd to the portals of the sky. 

2 There his triumphal chariot waits, 

And angels chant the solemn lay : 
"Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates, 
Ye everlasting doors, give way." 

3 Loose all your bars of massy light, 

And wide unfold the radiant scene ; 
He claims those mansions as his right ; 
Receive the King of glory in. 

4 "Who is the King of glory, who ?" 

The Lord that all his foes o'ercame, 
The world, sin, death, and hell o'erthrew; 
And Jesus is the conqueror's name. 

5 Lo ! his triumphal chariot waits, 

And angels chant the solemn lay, 
"Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates, 
Ye everlasting doors, give way." 

6 "Who is the King of glory, who?" 

The Lord of boundless power possess' d 
The King of saints and angels too, 
God over all, for ever bless' d. 



ASCENSION. 



118 



S. M. Double. 

" Who is gone into heaven." 



THOU art gone up on high, 
To realms beyond the skies ; 
And round thy throne unceasingly 

The songs of praise arise : 
But we are lingering here, 

With sin and care oppress' d ; 
Lord, send thy promised Comforter, 
And lead us to our rest. 

2 Thou art gone up on high ; 

But thou didst first come down, 
Through earth's most bitter misery, 

To pass unto thy crown ; 
And girt with griefs and fears 

Our onward course must be ; 
But only let this path of tears 

Lead us at last to thee. 

3 Thou art gone up on high ; 

But thou shalt come again, 
With all the bright ones of the sky 

Attendant in thy train. 
Lord, by thy saving power, 

So make us live and die, 
That we may stand in that dread hour 

At thy right hand on high. 



BEHOLD the glories of the Lamb 
Amid his Father's throne; 
Prepare new honours for his Name, 
And songs before unknown. 

2 Let elders worship at his feet, 
The Church adore around, 



119 



C. M. 



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THE CHRISTIAN YEAR. 



* With vials full of odours sweet, 
And harps of sweeter sound. 

3 Now to the Lamb that once was slain 

Be endless honour paid ; 
Salvation, glory, joy, remain 
For ever on his head. 

4 Thou hast redeem' d our souls with blood, 

Hast set the prisoner free, 
Hast made us kings and priests to God, 
And we shall reign with thee. 

5 The worlds of nature and of grace 

Are put beneath thy power ; 
Then hasten time's delaying pace, 
And bring the promised hour. 

120 L. M. 

STAND up, my soul, thy fears dismiss, 
And gird the gospel armour on ; 
March to the gates of endless bliss, 
Where Jesus thy great Captain's gone. 

2 Hell and thy sins thy foes may be, 

But hell and sin are vanquish' d foes; 
Thy Saviour nail'd them to the tree, 
And sung the triumph when he rose. 

3 Then let my soul march boldly on, 

Press forward to the heavenly gate ; 
There peace and joy and palms are won, 
And glittering robes for conquerors wait. 

4 A starry crown shall be my prize, 

Triumphant through Almighty grace, 
While all the armies of the skies 
Join in my glorious Leader's praise. 



ASCENSION. 



9 



121 



8s, 7s & 4. 



LOOK, ye saints ; the sight is glorious ; 
See the Man of sorrows now ; 
From the fight return' d victorious, 
Every knee to him shall bow ; 

Crown him ; 
Crowns become the Victor's brow. 

2 Crown the Saviour, angels, crown him ; 

Rich the trophies Jesus brings ; 
On the seat of power enthrone him, 
While the heavenly concert rings : 

Crown him ; 
Crown the Saviour King of kings. 

3 Sinners in derision crown'd him, 

Mocking thus the Saviour's claim ; 
Saints and angels bend around him, 
Own his title, praise his Name : 

Crown him ; 
Spread abroad the Victor's fame ! 

4 Hark ! those bursts of acclamation ! 

Hark ! those loud triumphant chords ! 
Lamb of God, our strong salvation, 
O what joy the sight affords ! 

Crown him ; 
King of kings, and Lord of lords. 



TH' atoning work is done, 
The Victim's blood is shed, 
And Jesus now is gone 

His people's cause to plead ; 
He stands in heaven, their great High Priest 
He bears their names upon his breast. 



122 



6s & 4s. 



9 2 



THE CHRISTIAN YEAR. 



* 2 He sprinkles with his blood 
The mercy-seat above ; 
For Justice had withstood 
The purposes of love ; 
But Justice now withstands no more, 
And Mercy yields her boundless store. 

3 No temple made with hands, 

His place of service is ; 
In heaven itself he stands, 

A heavenly priesthood his. 
In him the shadows of the law 
Are all fulfill' d, and now withdraw. 

4 And though a while he be 

Hid from the eyes of men, 
His people look to see 

Their great High Priest again ; 
In brightest glory he will come, 
And take his waiting people home. 

123 6 s & 8s. 

CROWN him with many crowns, 
The Lamb upon his throne ; 
Hark ! how the heavenly anthem drowns 
All music but its own ! 

2 Awake, my soul, and sing 

Of him who died for thee; 
And hail him as thy matchless King 
Through all eternity. 

3 Crown him the Virgin's Son ! 

The God incarnate born, 
Whose arm those crimson trophies won 
Which now his brow adorn. 



ASCENSION. 



4 Fruit of the Mystic Rose, 

* True Branch of Jesse's stem, 
The Root whence mercy ever flows, 
The Babe of Bethlehem ! 

5 Crown him the Lord of love ! 

Behold his hands and side, — 
Those wounds, yet visible above, 
In beauty glorified : 

6 No angel in the sky 

Can fully bear that sight, 
But downward bends his wondering eye 
At mysteries so bright. 

7 Crown him the Lord of peace ! 

Whose power a sceptre sways 
In heaven and earth, that wars may cease, 
And all be prayer and praise. 

8 His reign shall know no end ; 

And round his pierced feet 
Fair flowers of paradise extend 
Their fragrance ever sweet. 

9 Crown him the Lord of years, 

The Potentate of time, 
Creator of the rolling spheres, 
Ineffably sublime : 

Glass' d in a sea of light, 

Whose everlasting waves 
Reflect his form — the Infinite ! 
Who lives, and loves, and saves ! 

1 Crown him the Lord of heaven ! 

One with the Father known, 
And the blest Spirit, through him given 
From yonder Triune throne ! 



94 



THE CHRISTIAN YEAR. 



1 2 All hail, Redeemer, hail ! 

For thou hast died for me : I 
Thy praise and glory shall not fail 
Throughout eternity. 

124 p. m. 

PART I. 

WHO is this that comes in glory, with the 
trump of jubilee ? 
Lord of battles, God of armies, he has gain'd 
the victory ! 

He who on the cross has suffer'd, he who from 

the grave arose, 
He has vanquish' d sin and Satan, he by death 

has spoil'd his foes. 

2 Now our heavenly Aaron enters, with his blood, 

within the veil ; 

Joshua now is come to Canaan, and the kings 
before him quail : 

Now he plants the tribe of Israel in that prom- 
ised resting-place, 

Now our great Elijah offers double portion of 
his grace. 

3 Thou hast raised our human nature to thy seat 

at God's right hand, 
Here we sit in heavenly places, there with thee 

in glory stand ; 
Jesus reigns, adored by angels ; man with God 

is on the throne ; 
Mighty Lord, in thine ascension, we by faith 

behold our own. 

4 Lift us up from earth to heaven, give us wings 

of faith and love, 
Gales of holy aspiration, wafting us to realms 
above, 



ASCENSION. 95 

That, with hearts and minds uplifted, we with 
Christ our Lord may dwell, 

Where he sits enthroned in glory, in his heav- 
enly citadel ! 

5 Glory be to God the Father, glory be to God 
the Son, 

Dying, risen, ascending for us, who the heav- 
enly realm has won ; 

Glory to the Holy Spirit, in substance One, in 
Person Three ; 

Glory both in earth and heaven, glory, endless 
glory, be. 

PART II. 

HOLY Ghost, Illuminator, shed thy beams 
upon our eyes, 
Help us to look up with Stephen, and to see 

beyond the skies, 
Where the Son of man in glory standing is at 

God's right hand, 
Beckoning on his martyr army, succouring his 
faithful band. 

2 See him who is gone before us, heavenly man- 

sions to prepare ; 

See him who is ever pleading for us with pre- 
vailing prayer ; 

See him who, with sound of trumpet and with 
his angelic train, 

Summoning the world to judgment, on the 
clouds will come again. 

3 So at last, when he appeareth, we from out our 

graves may spring, 
With our youth renew' d like eagles, flocking 
round our heavenly King ; 



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THE CHRISTIAN YEAR. 



And, caught up in clouds of heaven, we may 

meet him in the air, 
Rise to realms where he is reigning, and may 

reign for ever there. 

WHITSUNTIDE. 

125 C. M. 

COME, Holy Ghost, Creator, come 
Inspire these souls of thine ; 
Till every heart which thou hast made 
Be fill'd with grace divine. 

2 Thou art the Comforter, the gift 

Of God, and fire of love ; 
The everlasting spring of joy, 
And unction from above. 

3 Thy gifts are manifold, thou writ'st 

God's law in each true heart; 
The promise of the Father, thou 
Dost heavenly speech impart. 

4 Enlighten our dark souls, till they 

Thy sacred love embrace ; 
Assist our minds, by nature frail, 
With thy celestial grace. 

5 Drive far from us the mortal foe, 

And give us peace within ; 
That, by thy guidance blest, we may 
Escape the snares of sin. 

6 Teach us the Father to confess, 

And Son, from death revived, 
And thee, with both, O Holy Ghost, 
Who art from both derived. 



WHITSUNTIDE. 



97 



126 c. m. 

COME, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove, 
With all thy quickening powers ; 
Kindle a flame of sacred love 
In these cold hearts of ours. 

2 See how we grovel here below, 

Fond of these earthly toys : 
Our souls, how heavily they go, 
To reach eternal joys. 

3 In vain we tune our lifeless songs, 

In vain we strive to rise : 
Hosannas languish on our tongues, 
And our devotion dies. 

4 Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove, 

With all thy quickening powers ; 
Come, shed abroad a Saviour's love, 
And that shall kindle ours. 

127 s. m. 

Rev. xxii. 17-20. 

THE Spirit, in our hearts, 
Is whispering, Sinner, come : 
The Bride, the Church of Christ, proclaims 
To all his children, Come. 

2 Let him that heareth, say 

To all about him, Come : 
Let him that thirsts for righteousness, 
To Christ, the fountain, come. 

3 Yes, whosoever will, 

O let him freely come, 
And freely drink the stream of life : 
'Tis Jesus bids him come. 

7 



9 8 



THE CHRISTIAN YEAR. 



4 Lo, Jesus, who invites, 

Declares, I quickly come. 
Lord ! even so ; I wait thy hour : 
Jesus, my Saviour, come. 



O SPIRIT of the living God, 
In all thy plenitude of grace, 
Where'er the foot of man hath trod, 
Descend on our apostate race. 

2 Give tongues of fire and hearts of love, 

To preach the reconciling word ; 
Give power and unction from above, 
Where'er the joyful sound is heard. 

3 Be darkness, at thy coming, light ; 

Confusion, order, in thy path ; 
Souls without strength inspire with might 
Bid mercy triumph over wrath. 

4 Convert the nations ; far and nigh 

The triumphs of the Cross record ; 
The Name of Jesus glorify, 

Till every people call him Lord. 



ORD GOD, the Holy Ghost, 



-1— ' In this accepted hour, 
As on the day of Pentecost, 
Descend in all thy power ; 
We meet with one accord 
In our appointed place, 
And wait the promise of our Lord, 
The Spirit of all grace. 

2 Like mighty, rushing wind 
Upon the waves beneath, 



128 



L. M. 



129 



S. M. 




WHITSUNTIDE. 



99 



Move with one impulse every mind, 
One soul, one feeling breathe : 

The young, the old, inspire 
With wisdom from above ; 

And give us hearts and tongues of fire 
To pray and praise and love. 

3 Spirit of light, explore, 

And chase our gloom away, 
With lustre shining more and more 

Unto the perfect day: 
Spirit of truth, be thou 

In life and death our guide ; 
O Spirit of adoption, now 

May we be sanctified. 

130 L. M. 

" As many as are led by the Spirit of God, they are the sons of God." 

COME, gracious Spirit, heavenly Dove, 
With light and comfort from above ; 
Be thou our Guardian, thou our Guide, 
O'er every thought and step preside. 

2 The light of truth to us display, 

And make us know and choose thy way; 
Plant holy fear in every heart, 
That we from thee may ne'er depart. 

3 Lead us to Christ, the living way, 
Nor let us from his precepts stray ; 
Lead us to holiness, the road 

That we must take to dwell with God. 

4 Lead us to heaven, that we may share 
Fulness of joy for ever there : 

Lead us to God, our final rest, 
To be with him for ever blest. 



100 



THE CHRISTIAN YEAR. 



131 L. M. 

"And the same day there were added unto them three thousand souls." 

SPIRIT of mercy, truth, and love, 
O shed thine influence from above ; 
And still from age to age convey 
The wonders of this sacred day. 

2 In every clime, by every tongue, 
Be God's surpassing glory sung : 
Let all the listening earth be taught 
The wonders by our Saviour wrought. 

3 Unfailing Comfort, heavenly Guide, 
Still o'er thy holy Church preside ; 
Still let mankind thy blessings prove ; 
Spirit of mercy, truth, and love. 

4 O Holy Father, Holy Son, 
And Holy Spirit, Three in One ; 
Thy grace devoutly we implore, 
Thy Name be praised for evermore. 

•132 p- m. 

" If I go not away, the Comforter will not come unto you ; but if I 
depart, I will send him unto you." 

OUR blest Redeemer, ere he breathed 
His tender last farewell, 
A Guide, a Comforter, bequeathed 
With us to dwell. 

2 He came sweet influence to impart, 

A gracious, willing guest, 
While he can find one humble heart 
Wherein to rest. 

3 And his that gentle voice we hear, 

Soft as the breath of even, 
That checks each thought, that calms each fear, 
And speaks of heaven. 



WHITSUNTIDE. 



IOI 



4 And every virtue we possess, 

And every conquest won, 
And every thought of holiness 
Are his alone. 

5 Spirit of purity and grace, 

Our weakness, pitying, see : 
O make our hearts thy dwelling-place, 
And worthier thee. 

6 O praise the Father ; praise the Son ; 

Blest Spirit, praise to thee ; 
All praise to God, the Three in One, 
The One in Three. 

133 s. m. 

COME, Holy Spirit, come ; 
Let thy bright beams arise ; 
Dispel the sorrow from our minds, 
The darkness from our eyes. 

2 Convince us of our sin ; 

Then lead to Jesus' blood, 
And to our wondering view reveal 
The mercies of our God. 

3 Revive our drooping faith, 

Our doubts and fears remove, 
And kindle in our breasts the flame 
Of never-dying love. 

4 'Tis thine to cleanse the heart, 

To sanctify the soul, 
To pour fresh life in every part, 
And new-create the whole. 

5 Come, Holy Spirit, come ; 

Our minds from bondage free ; 



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THE CHRISTIAN YEAR. 



Then shall we know, and praise, and love 
The Father, Son, and thee. 



"\ 7t .THEN God of old came down from heaven, 

* * In power and wrath he came ; 
Before his feet the clouds were riven, 
Half darkness and half flame ; 

2 But when he came the second time, 

He came in power and love ; 
Softer than gale at morning prime 
Hovered his holy Dove. 

3 The fires that rush'd on Sinai down 

In sudden torrents dread, 
Now gently light, a glorious crown, 
On every sainted head. 

4 And as on Israel's awestruck ear 

The voice exceeding loud, 
The trump, that angels quake to hear, 
Thrill' d from the deep, dark cloud \ 

5 So, when the Spirit of our God 

Came down his flock to find, 
A voice from heaven was heard abroad, 
A rushing, mighty wind. 

6 It fills the Church of God ; it fills 

The sinful world around ; 
Only in stubborn hearts and wills 
No place for it is found. 

7 Come, Lord, come, Wisdom, Love, and Power, 

Open our ears to hear ; 
Let us not miss th' accepted hour ; 
Save, Lord, by love or fear. 



134 



C. M. 




WHITSUNTIDE. 



103 



135 



Six 8s. 



/CREATOR SPIRIT, by whose aid 

^ The world's foundations first were laid, 

Come, visit every humble mind ; 

Come, pour thy joys on human-kind 5 

From sin and sorrow set us free, 

And make thy temples worthy thee. 

2 O source of uncreated light, 
The Father's promised Paraclete, 
Thrice holy fount, thrice holy fire, 
Our hearts with heavenly love inspire ; 
Come, and thy sacred unction bring 
To sanctify us while we sing. 

3 Plenteous of grace, descend from high, 
Rich in thy seven-fold energy ; 

Make us eternal truth receive, 
And practise all that we believe ; 
Give us thyself, that we may see 
The Father and the Son by thee. 

4 Immortal honor, endless fame, 
Attend the almighty Father's Name ; 
The Saviour Son be glorified, 

Who for lost man's redemption died ; 
And equal adoration be,- 
Eternal Paraclete, to thee. 



COME, Holy Ghost, our souls inspire, 
And lighten with celestial fire ; 
Thou the anointing Spirit art, 
Who dost thy seven-fold gifts impart : 



136 



P. M. 



The Comforter, which is the Holy Ghost.' 



104 



THE CHRISTIAN YEAR. 



2 Thy blessed unction from above 
Is comfort, life, and fire of love ; 
Enable with perpetual light 

The dulness of our blinded sight : 

3 Anoint and cheer our soiled face 
With the abundance of thy grace ; 
Keep far our foes, give peace at home ; 
Where thou art guide no ill can come. 

4 Teach us to know the Father, Son, 
And thee, of both, to be but One ; 
That, through the ages all along, 
This may be our endless song : 

Praise to thy eternal merit, 
Father, Son, and Holy Spirit. 

TRINITY SUNDAY. 

137 l. M. 

OHOLY, holy, holy Lord, 
Bright in thy deeds and in thy name, 
For ever be thy Name adored, 

Thy glories let the world proclaim. 

2 O Jesus, Lamb once crucified 

To take our load of sins away, 
Thine be the hymn that rolls its tide 
Along the realms of upper day. 

3 O Holy Spirit from above, 

In streams of light and glory given, 
Thou source of ecstasy and love, 

Thy praises ring through earth and heaven. 

4 O God Triune, to thee we owe 

Our every thought, our every song ; 
And ever may thy praises flow 

From saint and seraph's burning tongue. 



TRINITY SUNDAY. 



138 L- m. 

FATHER of all, whose love profound 
A ransom for our souls hath found, 
Before thy throne we sinners bend ; 
To us thy pardoning love extend. 

2 Almighty Son, incarnate Word, 

Our Prophet, Priest, Redeemer, Lord, 
Before thy throne we sinners bend ; 
To us thy saving grace extend. 

3 Eternal Spirit, by whose breath 

The soul is raised from sin and death, 
Before thy throne we sinners bend ; 
To us thy quick' ning power extend. 

4 Jehovah, Father, Spirit, Son, 
Mysterious Godhead, Three in One ! 
Before thy throne we sinners bend ; 
Grace, pardon, life, to us extend. 

139 6s & 4s. 

WE give immortal praise 
To God the Father's love, 
For all our comforts here, 
And all our hopes above : 
He sent his own 

Eternal Son 
To die for sins 

That man had done. 

2 To God the Son belongs 
Immortal glory too, 
Who saved us by his blood 
From everlasting woe : 



THE CHRISTIAN YEAR. 



And now he lives, 

And now he reigns, 
And sees the fruit 

Of all his pains. 

3 To God the Spirit praise 

And endless worship give, 
Whose new-creating power 
Makes the dead sinner live : 
His work completes 
The great design, 
And fills the soul 
With joy divine. 

4 Almighty God, to thee 

Be endless honours done ; 
The sacred Persons Three, 
The Godhead only One ; 
Where reason fails 

With all her powers, 
There faith prevails, 
And love adores. 

140 m. 

"They rest not day and night, saying, Holy, holy, holy, Lord God 
Almighty, which was, and is, and is to come." 

HOLY, holy, holy ! Lord God Almighty ! 
Early in the morning our song shall rise 
to thee : 

Holy, holy, holy ! merciful and mighty ! 
God in Three Persons, blessed Trinity ! 

2 Holy, holy, holy ! All the saints adore thee, 
Casting down their golden crowns around the 
glassy sea ; 

Cherubim and seraphim falling down before 
thee, 

Which wert, and art, and evermore shalt be. 



TRINITY SUNDAY. 



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3 Holy, holy, holy! though the darkness hide 

thee, 

Though the eye of sinful man thy glory may 
not see, 

Only thou art holy; there is none beside thee 
Perfect in power, in love, and purity. 

4 Holy, holy, holy ! Lord God Almighty ! 

All thy works shall praise thy Name, in earth, 
and sky, and sea : 
Holy, holy, holy ! merciful and mighty ! 
God in Three Persons, blessed Trinity ! 



141 P. M. 

THOU, whose almighty word 
Chaos and darkness heard, 
And took their flight ! 
Hear us, we humbly pray, 
And where the gospel day 
Sheds not its glorious ray, 
Let there be light ! 

2 Thou who didst come to bring 
On thy redeeming wing 

Healing and sight, 
Health to the sick in mind, 
Light to the spirit-blind, 
O now to all mankind 

Let there be light ! 

3 Spirit of truth and love, 
Life-giving, holy Dove, 

Speed forth thy flight ! 
Move on the waters' face, 
Spreading the beams of grace, 
And in earth's darkest place 

Let there be light ! 



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THE CHRISTIAN YEAR. 



4 Blessed and holy Three, 
Glorious Trinity, 

Grace, love, and light ! 
Through the world far and wide, 
Boundless as ©cean's tide 
Rolling in fullest pride, 

Let there be light ! 



142 8s, ?s ? & 4- 

HOLY Father, great Creator, 
Source of mercy, love, and peace, 
Look upon the Mediator, 

Clothe us with his righteousness ; 

Heavenly Father, 
Through the Saviour hear and bless. 

2 Holy Jesus, Lord of glory, 

Whom angelic hosts proclaim, 
While we hear thy wondrous story, 

Meet and worship in thy name, 
Dear Redeemer, 
In our hearts thy peace proclaim. 

3 Holy Spirit, Sanctifier, 

Come with unction from above, 
Raise our hearts to raptures higher, 

Fill them with the Saviour's love 1 
Source of comfort, 
Cheer us with the Saviour's love. 

4 God the Lord, through every nation 

Let thy wondrous mercies shine ! 
In the song of thy salvation 

Every tongue and race combine ! 
Great Jehovah, 
Form our hearts and make them thine. 



TRINITY SUNDAY. 



109 



143 



Double 7s. 



HOLY, holy, holy Lord 
God of hosts, when heaven and earth, 
Out of darkness, at thy word, 

. Issued into glorious birth, 
All thy works before thee stood, 
And thine eye beheld them good, 
While they sang with sweet accord, 
Holy, holy, holy Lord ! 

2 Holy, holy, holy ! Thee, 

One Jehovah evermore, 
Father, Son, and Spirit! we, 

Dust and ashes, would adore; 
Lightly by the world esteem'd, 
From that world by thee redeem' d, 
Sing we here with glad accord, 
Holy, holy, holy Lord ! 

3 Holy, holy, holy ! All 

Heaven's triumphant choirs shall sing, 
When the ransom' d nations fall 

At the footstool of their King : 
Then shall saints and seraphim, 
Hearts and voices, swell one hymn, 
Round the throne with full accord, 
Holy, holy, holy Lord ! 



THE God of Abraham praise, 
Who reigns enthroned above ; 
Ancient of everlasting days, 

And God of love ; 
Jehovah, great I AM, 

By earth and heaven confess' d; 



144 



6s, 8s, & 4s. 



no 



THE CHRISTIAN YEAR. 



I bow and bless the sacred Name, 
For ever bless'd. 

2 The God of Abraham praise, 

At whose supreme command 
From earth I rise, and seek the joys 

At his right hand : 
I all on earth forsake, 

Its wisdom, fame, and power ; 
And him my only portion make, 

My shield and tower. 

3 He by himself hath sworn, 

I on his oath depend, 
I shall, on angel-wings upborne, 

To heaven ascend : 
I shall behold his face, 

I shall his power adore, 
And sing the wonders of his grace 

For evermore. 

4 There dwells the Lord, our King, 

The Lord, our righteousness, 
Triumphant o'er the world and sin, 

The Prince of Peace ; 
On Sion's sacred height 

His kingdom he maintains, 
And, glorious with his saints in light, 

For ever reigns. 

5 The God who reigns on high 

The great archangels sing ; 
And, "Holy, holy, holy," cry, 

" Almighty King, 
Who was, and is the same, 

And evermore shall be \ 
Jehovah, Father, great I AM, 

We worship thee." 



TRINITY SUNDAY. 



Ill 



6 The whole triumphant host 

Give thanks to God on high ; 
"Hail, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost," 
They ever cry : 
Hail, Abraham's God and mine, 

I join the heavenly lays; 
All might and majesty are thine, 
And endless praise. 

145 Six 7s. 

HOLY, holy, holy, Lord 
God of hosts, eternal King, 
By the heavens and earth adored ; 

Angels and archangels sing, 
Chanting everlastingly 
To the blessed Trinity. 

2 Thousands, tens of thousands, stand, 

Spirits blest, before thy throne, 
Speeding thence at thy command ; 

And when thy command is done, 
Singing everlastingly 
To the blessed Trinity. 

3 Cherubim and seraphim 

Veil their faces with their wings ; 
Eyes of angels "are too dim 

To behold the King of kings, 
While they sing eternally 

To the blessed Trinity. 

4 The apostles, prophets, thee, 

Thee, the noble martyr band, 
Praise with solemn jubilee ; 

Thee the Church in every land ; 
Singing everlastingly 
To the blessed Trinity. 



112 



THE CHRISTIAN YEAR. 



5 Alleluia ! Lord, to thee, 

Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, 

Three in One, and One in Three, 
Join we with the heavenly host, 

Singing everlastingly 

To the blessed Trinity. 

THE LORD'S DAY. 

146 s. m. 

WELCOME, sweet day of rest, 
That saw the Lord arise ; 
Welcome to this reviving breast, 
And these rejoicing eyes. 

2 The King himself comes near 

To feast his saints to-day ; 
Here may we sit, and see him here, 
And love, and praise, and pray. 

3 One day amidst the place 

Where Jesus is within, 
Is better than ten thousand days 
• Of pleasure and of sin. 

4 My willing soul would stay 

In such a frame as this, 
Till it is caird to soar away 
To everlasting bliss. 

147 Six 8s. 

GREAT God, this sacred day of thine 
Demands the soul's collected powers: 
Gladly we now to thee resign 

These solemn, consecrated hours : 
O may our souls adoring own 
The grace that calls us to thy throne ! 



THE LORD'S DAY. 



113 



2 All-seeing God ! thy piercing eye 

Can every secret thought explore ; 
May worldly cares our bosoms fly, 

And where thou art intrude no more : 
O may thy grace our spirits move, 
And fix our minds on things above ! 

3 Thy Spirit's powerful aid impart, 

And bid thy word, with life divine, 
Engage the ear and warm the heart : 

Then shall the day indeed be thine ; 
Then shall our souls adoring own 
The grace that calls us to thy throne. 

148 l. M. 

ANOTHER six days' work is done, 
Another Lord's day has begun; 
Return, my soul, enjoy thy rest, 
Improve the hours thy God hath blest. 

2 This day may our devotion rise 
As grateful incense to the skies ; 
And heaven that sweet repose bestow 
Which none but they who feel it know. 

3 This peaceful calm within the breast 
Is the sure pledge of heavenly rest, 
Which for the Church of God remains, 
The end of cares, the end of pains. 

4 In holy duties, let the day, 
In holy pleasures pass away : 

How sweet a Sabbath thus to spend, 
In hope of one that ne'er shall end ! 

149 6s & 8s. 

AWAKE, ye saints, awake, 
And hail this sacred day ; 

8 



U4 



THE CHRISTIAN YEAR. 



In loftiest songs of praise 

Your joyful homage pay : 
Welcome the day that God hath blest, 
The type of heaven's eternal rest. 

2 On this auspicious morn 

The Lord of life arose ; 
He burst the bars of death, 

And vanquish' d all our foes : 
And now he pleads our cause above, 
And reaps the fruits of all his love. 

3 All hail, triumphant Lord ! 

Heaven with hosannas rings, 
And earth, in humbler strains, 

Thy praise responsive sings : 
Worthy the Lamb that once was slain, 
Through endless years to live and reign. 

4 Great King, gird on thy sword, 

Ascend thy conquering car ; 
While justice, truth, and love 

Maintain thy glorious war : 
This day let sinners own thy sway, 
And rebels cast their arms away. 

150 6s & 8s. 

IN loud exalted strains, 
The King of glory praise ; 
O'er heaven and earth he reigns, 

Through everlasting days ; * 
But Si on, with his presence blest, 
Is his delight, his chosen rest. 

2 O King of glory, come ; 

And with thy favour crown 
This temple as thy home, 
This people as thy own ; 



THE LORD'S DAY. I I 5 

Beneath this roof vouchsafe to show 
How God can dwell with men below. 

Now let thine ear attend 
Our supplicating cries ; 
Now let our praise ascend. 

Accepted, to the skies : 
Now let thy Gospel's joyful sound 
Spread its celestial influence round. 

Here may the listening throng 

Imbibe thy truth and love ; 
Here Christians join the song 

Of seraphim above : 
Till all who humbly seek thy face 
Rejoice in thy abounding grace. 

L. M. 

FAR from my thoughts, vain world, begone; 
Let my religious hours alone : 
From flesh and sense I would be free, 
And hold communion, Lord, with thee. 

2 My heart grows warm with holy fire, 
And kindles with a pure desire 

To see thy grace, to taste thy love, 

And feel thine influence from above. ! 

3 When I can say that God is mine, 
When I can ^ee thy glories shine, 
I'll tread the world beneath my feet, 
And all that men call rich and great. 

4 Send comfort down from tky right hand, 
To cheer me in this barren land ; 

And in thy temple let me know 

The joys that from thy presence flow. 



151 



u6 



THE CHRISTIAN YEAR. 



152 L- M. 

MY opening eyes with rapture see 
The dawn of thy returning day 
My thoughts, God, ascend to thee, 
While thus my early vows I pay. 

2 I yield my heart to thee alone, 

Nor would receive another guest ; 
Eternal King ! erect thy throne, 

And reign sole monarch in my breast. 

3 O bid this trifling world retire, 

And drive each carnal thought away ; 
Nor let me feel one vain desire, 

One sinful thought, through all the day. 

4 Then, to thy courts when I repair, 

My soul shall rise on joyful wing, 
The wonders of thy love declare, 

And join the strains which angels sing. 



153 7b. 

thy temple I repair ; 
Lord, I love to worship there ; 
While thy glorious praise is sung, 
Touch my lips, unloose my tongue. 

While the prayers of saints ascend, 
God of love, to mine attend ; 
Hear me, for thy Spirit pleads ; 
Hear, for Jesus intercedes. 

While I hearken to thy law, 
Fill my soul with humble awe, 
Till thy Gospel bring to me 
Life and immortality. 

While thy ministers proclaim 
Peace and pardon in thy Name, 



THE LORD S DAY. 



II/ 



Through their voice, by faith, may I 
Hear thee speaking from on high. 

5 From thy house when I return, 
May my heart within me burn ; 
And at evening let me say, 

"I have walk'd with God to-day.' ' 



LET me with light and truth be bless' d ; 
Be these my guides to lead the way, 
Till on thy holy hill I rest, 

And in thy sacred temple pray. 

2 Then will I there fresh altars raise 

To God, who is my only joy; 
And well-tuned harps, with songs of praise, 
Shall all my grateful hours employ. 

3 Why then cast down, my soul? and why 

So much oppress'd with anxious care? 
On God, thy God, for aid rely, 
Who will thy ruin'd state repair. 



LORD ! in the morning thou shalt hear 
My voice ascending high ; 
To thee will I direct my prayer, 
To thee lift up mine eye ; 

2 Up to the hills, where Christ is gone 

To plead for all his saints, 
Presenting at his Father's throne 
Our songs and our complaints. 

3 Thou art a God before whose sight 

The wicked shall not stand ; 



154 



L. M. 



From the xliii. Psalm. 



155 



C. M. 



/ 



n8 



THE CHRISTIAN YEAR. 



Sinners shall ne'er be thy delight, 
Nor dwell at thy right hand. 

4 But to thy house will I resort, 

To taste thy mercies there ; 
I will frequent thy holy court, 
And worship in thy fear. 

5 O may thy Spirit guide my feet, 

In ways of truth and grace, 
Make every path of duty straight, 
And plain before my face. 

156 

From the xlii. Psalm. 

AS pants the wearied hart for cooling springs, 
That sinks exhausted in the summer's chase, 
So pants my soul for thee, great King of kings, 
So thirsts to reach thy sacred dwelling-place, 

2 Why throb, my heart? Why sink, my sadden- 

ing soul ? 

Why droop to earth, with various woes op- 
press' d ? 

My years shall yet in blissful circles roll, 
And peace yet be an inmate of this breast. 

3 Lord, thy sure mercies, ever in my sight, 

My heart shall gladden through the tedious 
day ; 

And 'midst the dark and gloomy shades of night, 
To thee, my God, I'Ji tune the grateful lay. 

4 Why faint, my soul? why doubt Jehovah's aid? 

Thy God the God of mercy still shall prove ; 
Within his courts thy thanks shall yet be paid : 
Unquestion'd be his faithfulness and love. 



THE LORD'S DAY. 



157 L- M. 

SWEET is the work, my God, my King, 
To praise thy Name, give thanks, and sing ; 
To show thy love by morning light, 
And talk of all thy truth at night. 

2 Sweet is the day of sacred rest ; 

No mortal care shall seize my breast ; 
O may my heart in tune be found, 
Like David's harp of solemn sound ! 

3 My heart shall triumph in my Lord, 
And bless his works, and bless his word ; 
His works of grace, how bright they shine ! 
How deep his counsels, how divine ! 

4 O I shall share a glorious part, 

When grace hath well refined my heart, 
And fresh supplies of joy are shed, 
Like holy oil, to cheer my head. 

5 Then shall I see, and hear, and know, 
All I desired or wish'd below; 

And every power find sweet employ 
In that eternal world of joy. 

158 c. m. 

AGAIN the Lord of life and light 
Awakes the kindling ray, 
Unseals the eyelids of the morn, 
And pours increasing day. 

2 O what a night was that which wrapt 
A guilty world in gloom ! 
O what a sun which broke this day 
Triumphant from the tomb ! 



120 



THE CHRISTIAN YEAR. 



3 The powers of darkness leagued in vain 

To bind our Lord in death ; 
He shook their kingdom when he fell, 
By his expiring breath. 

4 And now his conquering chariot wheels 

Ascend the lofty skies; 
Broken beneath his powerful cross, 
Death's iron sceptre lies. 

5 This day be grateful homage paid, 

And loud hosannas sung ; 
Let gladness dwell in every heart, 
And praise on every tongue. 

6 Ten thousand thousand voices join 

To hail this happy morn, 
Which scatters blessings from its wings 
On nations yet unborn. 

159 c. m. 

BLEST day of God ! most calm, most bright, 
The first, the best of days ; 
The labourer's rest, the saint's delight, 
The day of prayer and praise. 

2 My Saviour's face made thee to shine; 

His rising thee did raise, 
And made thee heavenly and divine 
•Beyond all other days. 

3 The first-fruits oft a blessing prove 

To all the sheaves behind ; 
And they the day of Christ who love, 
A happy week shall find. 

4 This day I must with God appear ; 

For, Lord, the day is thine ; 



THE LORD'S DAY. 



121 



Help me to spend it in thy fear, 
And thus to make it mine. 

160 7s & 6s. 

ODAY of rest and gladness, 
day of joy and light, 
balm of care and sadness, 
Most beautiful and bright ! 
On thee, the high and lowly, 
Bending before the throne, 
Sing, Holy, holy, holy, 

To the great Three in One. 

2 On thee, at the creation, 

The light first had its birth; 
On thee, for our salvation, 

Christ rose from depths of earth ; 
On thee, our Lord victorious 

The Spirit sent from heaven, 
And thus on thee, most glorious, 

A triple light was given. 

3 To-day on weary nations 

The heavenly manna falls; 
To holy convocations 

The silver trumpet calls, 
Where Gospel light is glowing 

With pure and radiant beams, 
And living water flowing 

With soul-refreshing streams. 

4 New graces ever gaining 

From this our day of rest, 
We reach the rest remaining 

To spirits of the blest ; 
To Holy Ghost be praises, 

To Father, and to Son ; 



122 



THE CHRISTIAN YEAR. 



The Church her voice upraises 
To thee, blest Three in One. 

161 7s- 

NOW may he who from the dead 
Brought the Shepherd of the sheep. 
Jesus Christ, our King and Head, 
All our souls in safety keep ! 

2 May he teach us to fulfil 

What is pleasing in his sight; 
Perfect us in all his will, 

And preserve us day and night. 

3 To that dear Redeemer's praise, 

Who the covenant sealed with blood, 
Let our hearts and voices raise 
Loud thanksgivings to our God ! 



AT THE END OF SERVICE. 

162 ios. 

" The Lord shall give his people the blessing of peace." 

SAVIOUR, again to thy dear Name we raise 
With one accord our parting hymn of praise ; 
We stand to bless thee ere our worship cease, 
Then, lowly kneeling, wait thy word of peace. 

2 Grant us thy peace, Lord, through the coming 

night, 

Turn thou for us its darkness into light ; 
From harm and danger keep thy children free, 
For dark and light are both alike to thee. 

3 Grant us thy peace throughout our earthly life, 
Our balm in sorrow, and our stay in strife ; 
Then, when thy voice shall bid our conflict 

cease, 

Call us, O Lord, to thine eternal peace. 



THE LORD'S DAY. 



123 



4 To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, 

The God whom heaven and earth adore, 
From men and from the angel-host 
Be praise and glory evermore. 



ALMIGHTY FATHER, bless the word, 
Which through thy grace,, we now have 
heard ; 

O may the precious seed take root, 
Spring up, and bear abundant fruit. 

2 We praise thee for the means of grace, 
Thus in thy courts to seek thy face : 
Grant, Lord, that we who worship here 
May all, at length, in heaven appear. 



LORD, dismiss us with thy blessing, 
Fill our hearts with joy and peace ; 
Let us each, thy love possessing, 
Triumph in redeeming grace ; 

O refresh us, 
Travelling through this wilderness. 

2 Thanks we give, and adoration, 
For the Gospel's joyful sound; 
May the fruits of thy salvation 
In our hearts and lives abound : 

May thy presence 
With us evermore be found. 



AFTER SERMON. 



163 



L. M. 



164 



8s, 7s, & 4. 



165 8s & 7s. 

MAY the grace of Christ our Saviour, 
And the Father's boundless love, 



124 



THE CHRISTIAN YEAR. 



With the Holy Spirit's favour, 
Rest upon us from above ! 

2 Thus may we abide in union 

With each other and the Lord, 
And possess, in sweet communion, 
Joys which earth cannot afford. 

166 L- m. 

DISMISS us with thy blessing, Lord, 
Help us to feed upon thy word ; 
All that has been amiss forgive, 
And let thy truth within us live. 

2 Though we are guilty, thou art good ; 
Wash all our works in Jesus' blood ; 
Give every fetter' d soul release, 
And bid us all depart in peace. 

EMBER DAYS. 

167 s. m. 

LORD of the harvest, hear 
Thy needy servants' cry; 
Answer our faith's effectual prayer, 
And all our wants supply. 

2 On thee we humbly wait, 

Our wants are in thy view ; 
The harvest, Lord, is truly great, 
The labourers are few. 

3 Anoint and send forth more 

Into thy Church abroad, 
Thy Spirit on their spirits pour, 
And make them strong for God. 



EMBER DAYS. 



125 



4 O let them spread thy Name, 
Their mission fully prove ; 
Thy universal grace proclaim, 
Thine all-redeeming love. 

QQ 6s, 8s, & 6. 

Blessed are those servants whom the Lord when he cometh shall find 
watching." 

YE servants of the Lord, 
Each in his office, wait, 
Obsermnt of his heavenly word, 
And watchful at his gate. 

2 Let all your lamps be bright, 
And trim the golden flame ; 

Gird up your loins as in his sight, 
For awful is his Name. 

3 Watch ! 'tis your Lord's command, 
And while we speak he's near ; 

Mark the first signal of his hand, 
And ready all appear. 

4 O happy servant he 
In such a posture found ; 

He shall his Lord with rapture see, 
And be with honour crown'd. 

5 All glory, Lord, to thee, 
Whom heaven and earth adore ; 

To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, 
One God for evermore. 



126 



THE CHRISTIAN YEAR. 



ROGATION DAYS. 

169 c. m. 

Monday. 

" The eyes of all wait upon thee, O Lord ; and thou givest them, their 
meat in due season." 

LORD, in thy Name thy servants plead, 
And thou hast sworn to hear \ 
Thine is the harvest, thine the seed, 
The fresh and fading year. 

2 Grant us, with precious things brought forth 
By sun and moon below, 
A place in thy new heavens and earth, 
Where richer harvests grow. 

170 c. m. 

Tuesday. 

ORD, spare and save our sinful race 
From death in direst form ; 
From pestilence that flies apace, 
From earthquake, fire, and storm. 

2 Let every land bemoan its sin, 

That wars and crimes may cease ; 
And may thy pardoning grace bring in 
Sweet times of health and peace. 

171 C. M. 

Wednesday. 

GREAT is our guilt, our fears are great ; 
But naught shall prompt despair, 
While open is the mercy-seat 
To penitence and prayer. 

2 Kind Intercessor ! to thy love 
This blest resource we owe : 



OTHER HOLY DAYS. 



127 



Thy merits plead for us above, 
While we implore below. 

3 Father, though justice near thy throne 

Awaits thy dread command, 
- O hear thy servants, hear thy Son, 
And save a guilty land. 

OTHER HOLY DAYS. 

172 7 s & 6s - 

FROM all thy saints in warfare, for all thy 
saints at rest, 
To thee, O blessed Jesus, all praises be address' d. 
Thou, Lord, didst win the battle, that they 

might conquerors be ; 
Their crowns of living glory are lit with rays 
from thee. 

[Insert here the stanza for the special Sainf s Day to be 
celebrated.^ 

SAINT ANDREW. 

2 Praise, Lord, for thine apostle, the first to wel- 

come thee, 

The first to lead his brother the very Christ to 
see. 

With hearts for thee made ready, watch we 
throughout the year, 

Forward to lead our brethren to own thine ad- 
vent near. 

SAINT THOMAS. 

3 All praise for thine apostle, whose short-lived 

doubtings prove 
Thy perfect twofold nature, the fulness of thy 
love. 



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THE CHRISTIAN YEAR. 



On all who wait thy coming shed forth thy 

peace, O Lord, 
And grant us faith to know thee, true man, true 

God, adored. 

SAINT STEPHEN. 

4 Praise for the first of martyrs, who saw thee 

ready stand 

To aid in midst of torments, to plead at God's 
right hand. 

Share we with him, if summon' d by death our 

Lord to own, 
On earth the faithful witness, in heaven the 

martyr crown. 

SAINT JOHN THE EVANGELIST. 

5 Praise for the loved disciple, exile on Patmos' 

shore ; 

Praise for the faithful record he to thy Godhead 
bore ; 

Praise for the mystic vision, through him to us 
reveal' d. 

May we, in patience waiting, with thine elect 
be seal'd. 

THE INNOCENTS' DAY. 

6 Praise for thine infant martyrs, by thee with 

tenderest love 
Call'd early from the warfare to share the rest 
above. 

O Rachel ! cease thy weeping, they rest from 

pains and cares. 
Lord, grant us hearts as guileless, and crowns 

as bright as theirs. 



OTHER HOLY DAYS. 1 29 

THE CONVERSION OF ST. PAUL. 

7 Praise for the light from heaven, praise for the 

voice of awe, 
Praise for the glorious vision the persecutor 
saw. 

Thee, Lord, for his conversion, we glorify to- 
day : 

So lighten all our darkness with thy true 
Spirit's ray. 

SAINT MATTHIAS. 

8 Lord, thine abiding presence directs the won- 

drous choice ; 
For one in place of Judas the faithful now re- 
joice. 

Thy Church from false apostles for evermore 
defend, 

And by thy parting promise be with her to 
the end. 

SAINT MARK. 

9 For him, O Lord, we praise thee, the weak by 

grace made strong, 
Whose labours and whose Gospel enrich our 

triumph-song. 
May we in all our weakness find strength from 

thee supplied, 
And all, as fruitful branches, in thee, the vine, 

abide. 

SAINT PHILIP AND SAINT JAMES. 

10 All praise for thine apostle, bless' d guide to 
Greek and Jew, 
And him surnamed thy brother ; keep us thy 
brethren true, 



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THE CHRISTIAN YEAR. 



And grant the grace to know thee, the Way, the 

Truth, the Life ; 
To wrestle with temptations till victors in the 

strife. 



SAINT BARNABAS. 

11 The son of consolation, moved by thy law of 

love, 

Forsaking earthly treasures, sought riches from 
above. 

As earth now teems with increase, let gifts of 

grace descend, 
That thy true consolations may through the 

world extend. 

SAINT JOHN BAPTIST. 

12 We praise thee for the Baptist, forerunner of 

the Word, 

Our true Elias, making a highway for the Lord. 
Of prophets last and greatest, he saw thy dawn- 
ing ray. 

Make us the rather blessed, who love thy glori- 
ous day. 

SAINT PETER. 

13 Praise for thy great apostle, the eager and the 

bold • 

Thrice falling, yet repentant, thrice charged to 

keep thy fold. y 
Lord, make thy pastors faithful, to guard their 

flocks from ill, 
And grant them dauntless courage, with humble, 

earnest will. 



OTHER HOLY DAYS. I 3 I 

SAINT JAMES. 

4 For him, O Lord, we praise thee, who, slain 

by Herod's sword, 
Drank of thy cup of suffering, fulfilling thus 
thy word. 

Curb we all vain impatience to read thy veil'd 
decree, 

And count it joy to suffer, if so brought nearer 
thee. 

SAINT BARTHOLOMEW. 

5 All praise for thine apostle, the faithful, pure, 

and true, 

Whom underneath the fig tree thine eye all-see- 
ing knew. 

Like him may we be guileless, true Israelites 
indeed, 

That thy abiding presence our longing souls 
may feed. 

SAINT MATTHEW. 

6 Praise, Lord, for him whose Gospel thy human 

life declared, 

Who, worldly gains forsaking, thy path of suf- 
fering shared. 

From all unrighteous mammon O give us 
hearts set free, 

That we, whate'er our calling, may rise and 
follow thee. 

SAINT LUKE. 

7 For that beloved physician, all praise, whose 

Gospel shows 
The Healer of the nations, the sharer of our 
woes. 



132 THE CHRISTIAN YEAR. 

Thy wine and oil, O Saviour, on bruised 
hearts deign to pour, 

And with true balm of Gilead anoint us ever- 
more. 

SAINT SIMON AND SAINT JUDE. 

18 Praise, Lord, for thine apostles, who seal'd 

their faith to-day : 
One love, one zeal impell'd them to tread the 
sacred way. 

May we with zeal as earnest the faith of Christ 
maintain, 

And, bound in love as brethren, at length thy 
rest attain. 

GENERAL ENDING. 

19 Apostles, prophets, martyrs, and all the sacred 

throng, 

Who wear the spotless raiments, who raise the 

ceaseless song ; 
For these, pass'd on before us, Saviour, we thee 

adore, 

And, walking in their footsteps, would serve 
thee more and more. 

20 Then praise we God the Father, and praise 

we God the Son, 
And God the Holy Spirit, eternal Three in 
One ; 

Till all the ransom' d number fall down before 
the throne, 

And honour, power, and glory ascribe to God 
alone. 

173 c. m. 

THE Son of God goes forth to war, 
A kingly crown to gain ; 



OTHER HOLY DAYS. 



133 



His blood-red banner streams afar : 
Who follows in his train ? 

2 Who best can drink his cup of woe, 

And triumph over pain, 
Who patient bear his cross below — 
He follows in his train. 

3 The martyr first, whose eagle eye 

Could pierce beyond the grave, 
Who saw his Master in the sky, 
And call'd on him to save : 

4 Like him, with pardon on his tongue, 

In midst of mortal pain, 
He pray'd for them that did the wrong : 
Who follows in his train? 

5 A glorious band, the chosen few, 

On whom the Spirit came : 
Twelve valiant saints, their hope they knew, 
And mock'd the cross and flame : 

6 They met the tyrant's brandish' d steel, 

The lion's gory mane ; 
They bow'd their necks the death to feel : 
Who follows in their train ? 

7 A noble army, men and boys, 

The matron and the maid, 
Around the Saviour's throne rejoice, 
In robes of light array' d : 

8 They climb' d the dizzy steep of heaven 

Through peril, toil, and pain : 
O God ! to us may grace be given 
To follow in their train ! 



134 THE CHRISTIAN YEAR. 

174 IOS & 6s. 

THEE for thine angel host, Lord, we praise, 
Our elder brethren of the crystal sky, 
Who, 'mid thy glory's blaze, 
Heaven's ceaseless anthems raise, 

And gird thy throne in faithful ministry. 

2 We celebrate their love, whose viewless wing 

Hath left for us so oft their mansion high, 
The mercies of their King 
To mortal saints to bring, 

Or guard the couch of slumbering infancy. 

3 But thee, the First and Last, we glorify; 

Who, when the world was sunk in death and 
sin, 

Not with thine hosts on high, 
The armies of the sky, 

But didst with thine own arm the battle win ; 

4 Alone didst pass the dark and dismal shore, 

Alone didst tread the winepress ; and alone, 
All glorious in thy gore, 
Didst light and life restore 

For us who lay in darkness and undone ! 

5 Therefore, with angels and archangels, we 

To thy dear love our thankful chorus raise, 
And tune our songs to thee, 
Who art, and art to be j 

And, endless as thy mercies, sound thy praise. 

PRESENTATION OF CHRIST IN THE TEMPLE. 

175 6s & 8s. 

" The glory of this latter house shall be greater than of the former." — 
Hag. ii. o. 

BEHOLD a humble train 
The courts of God draw near ; 



OTHER HOLY DAYS. 



135 



A Virgin Mother and her babe 
Before the Lord appear. 

2 O wondrous, blessed sight ! 

To faithful eyes made known, 
That lowly babe — the mighty God, 
The Prince of Peace, they own. 

3 And now this temple shines 

With glory far more bright 
Than e'er the former temple saw, 
E'en at its greatest height. 

4 The cloud indeed was there, 

The symbol of the Lord ; 
But here the Lord himself appears, 
The true, incarnate Word. 

5 Blest Saviour, come once more 

With pow'r and grace divine; 
Our hearts thy living temples make, 
Wholly and ever thine. 

176 L. M. 

HOLY INNOCENTS. 
" If thou hast little, do thy diligence gladly to give of that little." 

OLORD, the Holy Innocents 
Laid down for thee their infant life, 
And martyrs brave and patient saints 
Have stood for thee in fire and strife. 

2 We wear the cross they wore of old, 

Our lips have learn' d like vows to make : 
We need not die ; we cannot fight ; 
What may we do for Jesus' sake ? 

3 O day by day each Christian child 

Has much to do, without, within ; 



36 



THE CHRISTIAN YEAR. 



A death to die for Jesus' sake, 
A weary war to wage with sin. 

4 When deep within our swelling hearts, 

The thoughts of pride and anger rise, 
When bitter words are on our tongues, 
And tears of passion in our eyes; 

5 Then we may stay the angry blow, 

Then we may check the hasty word, 
Give gentle answers back again, 
And fight a battle for our Lord. 

6 With smiles of peace and looks of love, 

Light in our dwellings we may make, 
Bid kind good-humour brighten there, 
And do all still for Jesus' sake. 

7 There's not a child so small and weak 

But has his little cross to take, 
His little work of love and praise, 
That he may do for Jesus' sake. 

77 6s & 8s. 

" They are without fault before the throne of God.** 

GLORY to thee, O Lord, 
Who, from this world of sin, 
By cruel Herod's ruthless sword 
Those precious ones didst win. 

2 Glory to thee for all 

The ransom' d infant band 
Who since that hour have heard thy call, 
And reach 'd the quiet land. 

3 O that our hearts within, 

Like theirs, were pure and bright ; 
O that, as free from deeds of sin, 
We shrank not from thy sight. 



THE COMMUNION OF SAINTS. 



137 



4 Lord, help us every hour 

Thy cleansing grace to claim ; 
In life to glorify thy power, 
In death to praise thy Name. 



II.— THE COMMUNION OF SAINTS. 



HOW vast must their advantage be, 
How great their pleasure prove, 
Who live like brethren, and consent 
In offices of love ! 

2 True love is like the precious oil, 

Which, pour'd on Aaron's head, 
Ran down his beard, and o'er his robes 
Its costly fragrance shed. 

3 'Tis like refreshing dew, which does 

On Hermon's top distil; 
Or like the early drops that fall 
On Sion's favour'd hill. 

4 For Sion is the chosen seat 

Where the almighty King 
The promised blessing has ordain'd, 
And life's eternal spring. 



LO ! what a cloud of witnesses 
Encompass us around ! 
Men once like us with suffering tried, 
But now with glory crown 'd. 



178 



C. M. 



From the cxxxiii. Psalm. 



179 




I38 THE COMMUNION OF SAINTS. 

2 Let us, with zeal like theirs inspired, 

Strive in the Christian race ; 
And, freed from every weight of sin, 
Their holy footsteps trace. 

3 Behold a witness nobler still, 

Who trod affliction's path — 
Jesus, the Author, Finisher, 
Rewarder of our faith : 

4 He, for the joy before him set, 

And moved by pitying love, 
Endured the cross, despised the shame, 
And now he reigns above. 

5 Thither, forgetting things behind, 

Press we, to God's right hand ; 
There, with the Saviour and his saints, 
Triumphantly to stand. 

180 c- m. 

COME, let us join our friends above, 
That have made sure the prize, 
And on the eagle wings of love 
To joys celestial rise. 

2 Let all the saints terrestrial sing, 

With those to Jesus gone ; 
For all the servants of our King, 
In earth and heaven, are one. 

3 One family, we dwell in him ; 

One Church above, beneath ; 
Though now divided by the stream, — 
The narrow stream of death. 

4 One army of the living God, 

To his command we bow ; 



THE COMMUNION OF SAINTS. 1 39 



Part of his host have cross 'd the flood, 
And part are crossing now. 

5 Ten thousand to their endless home 
This solemn moment fly ; 

And we are to the margin come, 
And we expect to die. 

6 Then, Lord of hosts, be thou our Guide, 
And we, at thy command, 

Through waves that part on either side, 
Shall reach thy blessed land. 

181 c. M. 

Hebrews xii. 18, 22-24. 

NOT to the terrors of the Lord, 
The tempest, fire, and smoke : 
Not to the thunder of that word 
Which God on Sinai spoke ; 

2 But we are come to Sion's hill, 

The city of our God ; 
Where milder words declare his will, 
And spread his love abroad. 

3 Behold th' innumerable host 

Of angels clothed in light : 
Behold the spirits of the just, 
Whose faith is changed to sight. 

4 Behold the bless' d assembly there 

Whose names are writ in heaven ; 
Hear God, the Judge of all, declare 
Their sins, through Christ, forgiven. 

5 Angels, and living saints and dead, 

But one communion make : 
All join in Christ, their vital Head, 
And of his love partake. 



140 



THE COMMUNION OF SAINTS. 



182 



Three ios. 



FOR the apostles' glorious company, 
Who, bearing forth the Cross o'er land and 
sea, 

Shook all the mighty world, we sing to thee, 

Alleluia. 

2 For the evangelists, by whose blest word, 
Like fourfold streams, the garden of the Lord 
Is fair and fruitful, be thy Name adored. 

Alleluia. 

3 For martyrs, who, with rapture-kindled eye, 
Saw the bright crown descending from the sky, 
And died to grasp it, thee we glorify. 

Alleluia. 



FOR all the saints, who from their labours 
rest, 

Who thee by faith before the world confess' d, 
Thy name, O Jesus, be for ever bless' d. 

Alleluia. 

2 Thou wast their rock, the fortress, and their 

might ; 

Thou, Lord, their Captain in the well-fought 
fight; 

Thou, in the darkness drear, the Light of light. 

Alleluia. 

3 O may thy soldiers, faithful, true, and bold, 
Fight as the saints who nobly fought of old, 
And win, with them, the victor's crown of gold. 

Alleluia. 



183 



P. M. 



THE COMMUNION OF SAINTS. 



4 . blest communion, fellowship divine ! 
We feebly struggle, they in glory shine ; 
Yet all are one in thee, for all are thine. 

Alleluia. 

5 And when the strife is fierce, the warfare long, 
Steals on the ear the distant triumph-song, 
And hearts are brave again, and arms are strong. 

Alleluia. 

6 The golden evening brightens in the west ; 
Soon, soon to faithful warriors comes the rest ; 
Sweet is the calm of paradise the bless' d. 

Alleluia. . 

7 But lo ! there breaks a yet more glorious day ; 
The saints triumphant rise in bright array ; 
The King of glory passes on his way. 

Alleluia. 

8 From earth's wide bounds, from ocean's farthest 

coast, 

Through gates of pearl streams in the countless 
host, 

Singing to Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, 

Alleluia. 



184 8s & 7 s. 

" And after this I beheld, and lo, a great multitude, which no man could 
number, of all nations and kindred and people and tongues, stood 
before the throne, and before the Lamb, clothed with white robes, 
and palms in their hands." 

T_T ARK ! the sound of holy voices 

Chanting, at the crystal sea, 
Alleluia, alleluia, 

Alleluia, Lord, to thee : 
Multitude, which none can number, 

Like the stars in glory stands, 



42 



THE COMMUNION OF SAINTS. 



Clothed in white apparel, holding 
Palms of victory in their hands. 

2 They have come from tribulation, 

And have wash'd their robes in blood, 
Wash'd them in the blood of Jesus; 

Tried they were, and firm they stood ; 
Mock'd, imprison'd, stoned, tormented, 

Sawn asunder, slain with sword, 
They have conquer' d death and Satan 

By the might of Christ the Lord. 

3 Marching with thy Cross their banner, 

They have triumph' d, following 
Thee, the Captain of salvation, 

Thee, their Saviour and their King ; 
Gladly, Lord, with thee they suffer' d; 

Gladly, Lord, with thee they died ; 
And by death to life immortal 

They were born and glorified. 

4 Now they reign in heavenly glory, 

Now they walk in golden light, 
Now they drink, as from a river, 

Holy bliss and infinite : 
Love and peace they taste for ever, 

And all truth and knowledge see 
In the beatific vision 

Of the blessed Trinity. 

5 God of God, the One-begotten, 

Light of light, Emmanuel, 
In whose body join'd together 

All the saints for ever dwell, 
Pour upon us of thy fulness, 

That we may for evermore 
God the Father, God the Son, and 

God the Holy Ghost adore. 



THE CHURCH. 



143 



111.— THE CHURCH. 



185 



Six 8s. 



From the Ixxxvii. Psalm. 



GOD'S temple crowns the holy mount, 
The Lord there condescends to dwell : 
His Sion's gates, in his account, 
Our Israel's fairest tents excel : 
Yea, glorious things of thee we sing, 
O city of th' almighty King ! 

2 Of honour' d Sion we aver, 

Illustrious throngs from her proceed ; 
The Almighty shall establish her, 

And shall enrol her holy seed : 
Yea, for his people he shall count 
The children of his favour' d mount. 

3 He'll Sion find with numbers nll'd 

Who celebrate his matchless praise ; 
Who, here in hallelujahs skill' d, 

In heaven their harps and hymns shall raise : 
O Sion, seat of Israel's King, 
Be mine to drink thy living spring ! 



A present help when dangers press, 
In him, undaunted, we'll confide ; 
Though earth were from her centre tost, 
And mountains in the ocean lost, 
Torn piecemeal by the roaring tide. 

2 A gentler stream with gladness still 
The city of our Lord shall fill, 



186 



Six 8s. 



From the xlvi. Psalm. 




OD is our refuge in distress, 



144 



THE CHURCH. 



The royal seat of God most high : 
God dwells in Sion, whose fair towers 
Shall mock th' assaults of earthly powers, 

While his almighty aid is nigh. 

3 Submit to God's almighty sway, 
For him the heathen shall obey, 

And earth her sovereign Lord confess : 
The God of hosts conducts our arms, 
Our tower of refuge in alarms, 

As to our fathers in distress. 



187 8s & 6s. . 

From the cxxii. Psalm. 

The Church in Glory, 

WITH joy shall I behold the day 
That calls my willing soul away, 
To dwell among the blest : 
For, lo ! my great Redeemer's power 
Unfolds the everlasting door, 
And points me to his rest. 

2 Ev'n now, to my expecting eyes 

The heaven-built towers of Salem rise ; 

Their glory I survey ; 
I view her mansions that contain 
The angel host, a beauteous train, 

And shine with cloudless day. 

3 Thither, from earth's remotest end, 
Lo ! the redeem' d of God ascend, 

Borne on immortal wing ; 
There, crown' d with everlasting joy, 
In ceaseless hymns their tongues employ, 

Before th' almighty King. 



THE CHURCH. 



145 



4 The King a seat hath there prepared, 
High on eternal base uprear'd, 

For his eternal Son : 
His palaces with joy abound ; 
His saints, by him with glory crown'd, 

Attend and share his throne* 

5 Mother of cities ! o'er thy head 

Bright peace, with healing wings outspread, 

For evermore shall dwell : 
Let me, blest seat ! my name behold 
Among thy citizens enroll' d, 

And bid the world farewell. 



188 l. M. 

Isaiah Hi. 1 , 2> 

TRIUMPHANT Sion ! lift thy head 
From dust, and darkness, and the dead : 
Though humbled long, awake at length, 
And gird thee with thy Saviour's strength. 

2 Put all thy beauteous garments on, 
And let thy excellence be known : 
Deck'd in the robes of righteousness, 
The world thy glories shall confess* 

3 No more shall foes unclean invade, 
And fill thy hallow' d walls with dread ; 
No more shall hell's insulting host 
Their victory and thy sorrows boast. 

4 God from on high has heard thy prayer, 
His hand thy ruins shall repair : 

Nor will thy watchful Monarch cease 
To guard thee in eternal peace. 
10 



146 



THE CHURCH. 



189 



C. M. 



From, the xlviii. Psalm. 



THE Lord, the only God, is great, 
And greatly to be praised 
In Sion, on whose happy mount 
His sacred throne is raised. 

2 In Si on we have seen perform 'd 

A work that was foretold, 
In pledge that God, for times to come, 
His city will uphold. 

3 Let Sion's mount with joy resound ; 

Her daughters all be taught 
In songs his judgments to extol, 
Who this deliverance wrought. 

4 Compass her walls in solemn pomp, 

Your eyes quite round her cast ; 
Count all her towers, and see if there 
You find one stone displaced. 

5 Her forts and palaces survey, 

Observe their orders well, 
That to the ages yet to come 
His wonders you may tell. 

6 This God is ours, and will be ours, 

Whilst we in him confide ; 
Who, as he has preserved us now, 
Till death will be* our guide. 



LIKE Noah's weary dove, 
That soar'd the earth around, 
But not a resting-place above 
The cheerless waters found; 



190 



S. M. 



THE CHURCH. 



2 O cease, my wandering soul, 

On restless wing to roam ; 
All the wide world, to either pole, 
Has not for thee a home. 

3 Behold the Ark of God, 

Behold the open door ; 
Hasten to gain that dear abode, 
And rove, my soul, no more. 

4 There, safe thou shalt abide, 

There, sweet shall be thy rest, 
And every longing satisfied, 
With full salvation blest. 

5 And, when the waves of ire 
Again the earth shall fill, 

The Ark shall ride the sea of fire, 
Then rest on Sion's hill. 

S. M. 

I LOVE thy kingdom, Lord, 
The house of thine abode, 
The Church our blest Redeemer saved 
With his own precious blood. 

2 I love thy Church, O God ; 

Her walls before thee stand, 
Dear as the apple of thine eye, 
And graven on thy hand. 

3 For her my tears shall fall ; 

For her my prayers ascend ; 
To her my cares and toils be given, 
Till toils and cares shall end. 

4 Beyond my highest joy 

I prize her heavenly ways, 



THE CHURCH. 



Her sweet communion, solemn vows, 
Her hymns of love and praise. 

5 Jesus, thou Friend divine, 

Our Saviour and our King, 
Thy hand from every snare and foe 
Shall great deliverance bring. 

6 Sure as thy truth shall last, 

To Sion shall be given 
The brightest glories earth can yield, 
And brighter bliss of heaven. 

2 8s & 7s. 

GLORIOUS things of thee are spoke 
Zion, city of our God : 
He, whose word cannot be broken, 
Form'd thee for his own abode; 
On the Rock of Ages founded, 

What can shake thy sure repose ? 
With salvation's walls surrounded, 
Thou may'st smile at all thy foes. 

2 See, the streams of living waters, 

Springing from eternal love, 
Well supply thy sons and daughters, 

And all fear of want remove ; 
Who can faint, while such a river 

Ever flows their thirst t' assuage ? 
Grace, which like the Lord, the Giver, 

Never fails from age to age. 

3 Round each habitation hovering, 

See the cloud and fire appear, 
For a glory and a covering, 
Showing that the Lord is near. 



THE CHURCH. 



149 



Blest inhabitants of Zion, 

Wash'd in the Redeemer's blood ! 
Jesus, whom their souls rely on, 

Makes them kings and priests to God. 

4 Saviour, if of Zion's city 

I through grace a member am, 
Let the world deride or pity, 

I will glory in thy Name : 
Fading is the worldling's pleasure, 

All his boasted pomp and show ; 
Solid joys and lasting treasure 

None but Zion's children know. 



193 8s, 7s, & 4. 

ZION stands with hills surrounded, 
Zion, kept by power divine: 
All her foes shall be confounded, 
Though the world in arms combine : 

Happy Zion, 
What a favour' d lot is thine ! 

2 Every human tie may perish ; 

Friend to friend unfaithful prove : 
Mothers cease their own to cherish; 
Heaven and earth at last remove ; 

But no changes 
E'er can change Jehovah's love. 

3 In the furnace God may prove thee, 

Thence to bring thee forth more blight, 
But can never cease to love thee ; 
Thou art precious in his sight : 

God is with thee, 
God, thine everlasting light. 



THE CHURCH. 



194 6s & 4s. 

ONE sole baptismal sign, 
One Lord, below, above, 
Zion, one faith is thine, 

The only watchword, Love ; 
From many temples though it rise, 
One song ascending to the skies. 

2 Head of the Church beneath, 

The catholic, the true, 
On all her members breathe, 

Her broken frame renew ! 
Then shall thy perfect will be done, 
When Christians love and live as one. 



195 p- m. 

HEAD of the hosts in glory ! 
We joyfully adore thee, 
Thy Church below, 
Blending with those on high — 
Where through the azure sky 
Thy saints in ecstasy 
For ever glow ! 

2 Angels ! archangels ! glorious 
Guards of the Church victorious ! 

Worship the Lamb ! 
Crown him with crowns of light, 
One of the Three by right — 
Love, majesty, and might — 

The great I AM ! 



Martyrs ! whose mystic legions 
March o'er yon heavenly regions 



THE CHURCH. 



In triumph round : 
Wave high your banners, wave ! 
Your God, our Saviour, clave 
For death itself a grave, 

In hell profound ! 

4 Saints ! in fair circles, casting 
Rich trophies everlasting 

At Jesus' feet, 
Amidst our rude alarms, 
We stretch forth suppliant arms, 
That we, too, safe from harms, 

In heaven may meet ! 

5 Then raise the song of gladness, 
To dissipate our sadness, 

And dry our tears ; 
We wend our weary way 
Up to the realms of day, 
And watch and wait and pray, 

Through hopes and fears ! 

6 Saviour ! in glory beaming, 
With radiance brightly streaming, 

Enthroned in power, 
Grant, by thy awful Name, 
That we through flood and flame 
The Gospel may proclaim, 

Till life's last hour. 



196 7s & 6s. 

" He is the Head of the body, the Church." 

THE Church's one foundation 
Is Jesus Christ her Lord ; 
She is his new creation 
By water and the word : 



152 



THE CHURCH. 



From heaven he came and sought her 

To be his holy bride ; 
With his own blood he bought her, 

And for her life he died. 

2 Elect from every nation, 

Yet one o'er all the earth, 
Her charter of salvation 

One Lord, one faith, one birth ; 
One holy Name she blesses, 

Partakes one holy food, 
And to one hope she presses, 

With every grace endued. 

3 Though with a scornful wonder 

Men see her sore opprest, 
By schisms rent asunder, 

By heresies distrest ; 
Yet saints their watch are keeping, 

Their cry goes up, " How long?" 
And soon the night of weeping 

Shall be the morn of song. 

4 'Mid toil and tribulation, 

And tumult of her war, 
She waits the consummation 

Of peace for evermore ; 
Till with the vision glorious 

Her longing eyes' are blest, 
And the great Church victorious 

Shall be the Church at rest. 

5 Yet she on earth hath union 

With God the Three in One, 
And mystic sweet communion 
With those whose rest is won : 



THE LORD'S PRAYER. 



I 



O happy ones and holy ! 

Lord, give us grace that we 
Like them, the meek and lowly, 

On high may dwell with thee. 

197 Six 8s. 

FORTH from the dark and stormy sky, 
Lord, to thine altar's shade we fly; 
Forth from the world, its hope and fear, 
Saviour, we seek thy shelter here : 
Weary and weak, thy grace we pray; 
Turn not, O Lord ! thy guests away. 

2 Long have we roam'd in want and pain, 
Long have we sought for rest in vain ; 
' Wilder' d in doubt, in darkness lost, 
Long have our souls been tempest-tost ; 
Low at thy feet our sins we lay ; 
Turn not, O Lord ! thy guests away. 



IV.— THE SACRAMENTS. 
THE LORD'S SUPPER. 

198 c. m. 

Rev. v. g, 12, 13. 

THOU, God, all glory, honour, power 
Art worthy to receive ; 
Since all things by thy power were made, 
And by thy bounty live. 

2 And worthy is the Lamb all power, 
Honour, and wealth to gain, 
Glory and strength ; who for our sins 
A sacrifice was slain. 



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THE SACRAMENTS. 



3 All worthy thou, who hast redeem'd 

And ransom'd us to God, 
From every nation, every coast, 
By thy most precious blood. 

4 Blessing and honour, glory, power, 

By all in earth and heaven, 
To him that sits upon the throne, 
And to the Lamb, be given. 

199 l. M. 

MY God, and is thy table spread, 
And does thy cup with love o'erflow? 
Thither be all thy children led, 

And let them thy sweet mercies know. 

2 Hail ! sacred feast, which Jesus makes, 

Rich banquet of his flesh and blood : 
Thrice happy he who here partakes 

That sacred stream, that heavenly food. 

3 O let thy table honour'd be, 

And furnish'd well with joyful guests: 
And may each soul salvation see, 
That here its holy pledges tastes. 

4 Drawn by thy quickening grace, O Lord, 

In countless numbers let them come ; 
And gather from their Father's board 
The bread that lives beyond the tomb. 

5 Nor let thy spreading Gospel rest, 

Till through the world thy truth has run ; 
Till with this bread all men be blest, 
Who see the light or feel the sun. 



THE LORD'S SUPPER. 



iS5 



200 



L. M. 



TO Jesus, our exalted Lord, 
That Name in heaven and earth adored, 
Fain would our hearts and voices raise 
A cheerful song of sacred praise. 

2 But all the notes which mortals know 
Are weak, and languishing, and low ; 
Far, far above our humble songs, 
The theme demands immortal tongues. 

3 Yet whilst around his board we meet, 
And worship at his sacred feet, 

O let our warm affections move 
In glad returns of grateful love. 

4 Yes, Lord, we love, and we adore, 
But long to know and love thee more ; 
And, whilst we take the bread and wine, 
Desire to feed on joys divine. 



AND are we now brought near to God, 
Who once at distance stood ? 
And, to effect this glorious change, 
Did Jesus shed his blood ? 

2 O for a song of ardent praise, 

To bear our souls above ! 
What should allay our lively hope, 
Or damp our flaming love? 

3 Then let us join the heavenly choirs, 

To praise our heavenly King : 
O may that love which spread this board, 
Inspire us while we sing : 



201 



C. M. 



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THE SACRAMENTS. 



4 " Glory to God in highest strains, 
And to the earth be peace; 
Good-will from heaven to men is come, 
And let it never cease." 

202 P- m. 

BREAD of the world, in mercy broken, 
Wine of the soul, in mercy shed, 
By whom the words of life were spoken, 
And in whose death our sins are dead ! 

2 Look on the heart \>y sorrow broken, 
Look on the tears by sinners shed, 
And be thy feast to us the token 
That by thy grace our souls are fed. 

203 c. m. 

ACCORDING to thy gracious word, 
In meek humility, 
This will I do, my dying Lord, 
I will remember thee. 

2 Thy body, broken for my sake, 

My bread from heaven shall be ; 
Thy sacramental cup I take, 
And thus remember thee. 

3 Gethsemane can I forget, 

Or there thy conflict see, 
Thine agony and bloody sweat, 
And not remember thee ? 

4 When to the Cross I turn mine eyes, 

And rest on Calvary, 
O Lamb of God, my sacrifice ! 
I must remember thee. 



THE LORD'S SUPPER. 



157 



5 Remember thee, and all thy pains, 

And all thy love to me ; 
Yes, while a breath, a pulse remains, 
Will I remember thee. 

6 And when these failing lips grow dumb, 

And mind and memory flee, 
When thou shalt in thy kingdom come, 
Jesus, remember me. 



COME let us join our cheerful songs 
With angels round the throne. 
Ten thousand thousand are their tongues, 
But all their joys are one. 

2 " Worthy the Lamb that died," they cry, 

"To be exalted thus." 
"Worthy the Lamb," our lips reply, 
For he was slain for us. 

3 Jesus is worthy to receive 

Honour and power divine ; 
And blessings more than we can give, 
Be, Lord, for ever thine. 

4 Let all that dwell above the sky, 

And air, and earth, and seas, 
Conspire to lift thy glories high, 
And speak thine endless praise ! 

5 The whole creation join in one, 

To bless the sacred Name 
Of him that sits upon the throne, 
And to adore the Lamb. 



SHEPHERD of souls, refresh and bless 
Thy chosen pilgrim flock, 



204 



C. M. 



205 



C. M. 



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THE SACRAMENTS. 



With manna in the wilderness, 
With water from the rock. 

2 Hungry and thirsty, faint and weak, 

As thou when here below, 
Our souls the joys celestial seek 
Which from thy sorrows flow. 

3 We would not live by bread alone, 

But by that word of grace, 
In strength of which we travel on 
To our abiding-place. 

4 Be known to us in breaking bread, 

But do not then depart ; 
Saviour, abide with us, and spread 
Thy table in our heart. 

5 Lord, sup with us in love divine; 

Thy body and thy blood, 
That living bread, that heavenly wine, 
Be our immortal food. 

206 Six 7s. 

" This do in remembrance of me." 

BREAD of heaven, on thee we feed, 
For thy flesh is meat indeed : 
Ever may our souls be fed 
With this true and living bread ; 
Day by day with strength supplied, 
Through the life of him who died. 

2 Vine of heaven, thy blood supplies 
This blest cup of sacrifice ; 
Lord, thy wounds our healing give, 
To thy Cross we look and live : 
Jesus, may we ever be 
Grafted, rooted, built in thee. 



BAPTISM OF INFANTS. 



BAPTISM OF INFANTS. 

207 Ss & 7 s. 

SAVIOUR, who thy flock art feeding, 
With the shepherd's kindest care, 
All the feeble gently leading, 

While the lambs thy bosom share ; 

2 Now, these little ones receiving, 

Fold them in thy gracious arm ; 
There, we know, thy word believing, 
Only there secure from harm. 

3 Never from thy pasture roving, 

Let them be the lion's prey ; 
Let thy tenderness, so loving, 

Keep them all life's dangerous way; 

4 Then, within thy fold eternal, 

Let them find a resting-place ; 
Feed in pastures ever vernal, 
Drink the rivers of thy grace. 

208 s. m. 

THE gentle Saviour calls 
Our children to his breast ; 
He folds them in his gracious arms, 
Himself declares them blest. 

2 "Let them approach," he cries, 

" Nor scorn their humble claim; 
The heirs of heaven are such as these, 
For such as these I came." 

3 Gladly we bring them, Lord, 

Devoting them to thee, 
Imploring that, as we are thine, ^ 
Thine may our offspring be. 



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THE SACRAMENTS. 



209 p. m. 

BLESSED Jesus, here we stand, 
Met to do as thou hast spoken, 
And this child at thy command 

To the font we bring, in token 
That to thee it here is given ; 
Such the kingdom is of heaven. 

2 Yes, thy warning voice is plain, 

And we fain would heed it duly, 
"He who is not born again, 

Heart and life renewing truly, 
Born of water and the Spirit, 
Shall my kingdom ne'er inherit." 

3 Therefore hasten we to thee, 

Take the pledge we bring, O take it ; 
Let us here thy glory see, 

And in tender pity make it 
Now thy child, and leave it never ; 
Thine on earth and thine for ever. 

4 Make it, Christ, thy member now ; 

Shepherd, take thy lamb and feed it ; 
Prince of peace, its peace be thou ; 

Way of life, to heaven O lead it ; 
Vine, this branch may nothing sever, 
Be it graff'd in thee for ever. 

5 Now upon thy heart it lies, 

What our hearts so dearly treasure ; 
Heavenward lead our burden'd sighs, 

Pour thy blessings without measure ; 
Write the name we now have given, 
Write it in the book of heaven. 



BAPTISM OF ADULTS. 



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-L^ From thy secure enclosure's bound, 
And, lured by worldly joys away, 

Among the thoughtless crowd be found, 

2 Remember still that they are thine, 

That thy dear sacred Name they bear ; 
Think that the seal of love divine, 

The sign of covenant grace, they wear. 

3 In all their erring, sinful years 

O let them ne'er forgotten be ; 
Remember all the prayers and tears 
Which made them consecrate to thee. 

4 And when these lips no more can pray, 

These eyes can weep for them no more, 
Turn thou their feet from folly's way ; 
The wanderers to thy fold restore. 



SOLDIERS of Christ, arise, 
And put your armour on, 
Strong in the strength which God supplies 
Through his eternal Son. 

2 Strong in the Lord of hosts, 

And in his mighty power, 
Who in the strength of Jesus trusts, 
Is more than conqueror. 

3 Stand then in his great might, 

With all his strength endued ; 



BAPTISM OF ADULTS. 



211 



S. M. 



Ephesians vi. io, 13. 



II 



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THE SACRAMENTS. 



And take, to arm you for the fight, 
The panoply of God ; 

4 That having all things done, 
And all your conflicts past, 
Ye may behold your victory won, 
And stand complete at last. 

212 L- m. 

Not ashamed of Christ. 

JESUS, and shall it ever be, 
A mortal man ashamed of thee — 
, Ashamed of thee, whom angels praise, 
Whose glories shine through endless days ? 

2 Ashamed of Jesus ! sooner far 

Let night disown each radiant star ; 
'Tis midnight with my soul, till he, 
Bright Morning Star, bid darkness flee. 

3 Ashamed of Jesus ! O as soon 

Let morning blush to own the sun ; 
He sheds the beams of light divine 
O'er this benighted soul of mine. 

4 Ashamed of Jesus ! that dear Friend 
On whom my hopes of heaven depend ? 
No ; when I blush, be this my shame, 
That I no more revere his Name. 

5 Ashamed of Jesus \> sinful pride ; 
I'll boast a Saviour crucified ; 
And O may this my portion be, 
My Saviour not ashamed of me. 

213 c. m. 

MY God ! the covenant of thy love 
Abides for ever sure ; 



CATECHISM. 



I 



And in its matchless grace I feel 
My happiness secure. 

2 Since thou, the everlasting God, 

My Father art become, 
Jesus, my Guardian and my Friend, 
And heaven my final home, — 

3 I welcome all thy sovereign will, 

For all that will is love ; 
And when I know not what thou dost, 
I wait the light above. 

4 Thy cov'nant in the darkest gloom 

Shall heavenly rays impart, 
And when my eyelids close in death, 
Sustain my fainting heart. 



V. — OFFICES OF THE CHURCH. 
CATECHISM. 
214 C. M. 

From the cxix. Psalm. 

HOW bless' d are they who always keep 
The pure and perfect way ; 
Who never from the sacred paths 
Of God's commandments stray ! 

. 2 How bless' d, who to his righteous laws 
Have still obedient been ; 
And have with fervent, humble zeal 
His favour sought to win ! 



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OFFICES OF THE CHURCH. 



3 Such men their utmost caution use 

To shun each wicked deed ; 
But in the path which he directs 
With constant care proceed. 

4 Thou strictly hast enjoin' d us, Lord, 

To learn thy sacred will \ 
And all our diligence employ 
Thy statutes to fulfil. 

5 O then that thy most holy will 

Might o'er my ways preside ; ' 
And I the course of all my life 
By thy direction guide ! 

215 7s. 

GLORY to the Father give, 
. God in whom we move and live ; 
Children's prayers he deigns to hear, 
Children's songs delight his ear. 

2 Glory to the Son we bring, 

Christ our Prophet, Priest, and King; 
Children, raise your sweetest strain 
To the Lamb, for he was slain. 

3 Glory to the Holy Ghost, 
He reclaims the sinner lost ; 
Children's minds may he inspire, 
Touch their tongues with holy fire. 

4 Glory in the highest be 
To the blessed Trinity, 
For the Gospel from above, 

For the word that "God is love." 



CATECHISM. 



216 c. m. 

Prov. iii. 13-17. 

O HAPPY is the man who hears 
Religion's warning voice, 
And who celestial wisdom makes 
His early, only choice; 

2 For she has treasures greater far 

Than east or west unfold \ 
More precious are her bright rewards 
Than gems, or stores of gold. 

3 Her right hand offers to the just 

Immortal, happy days ; 
Her left, imperishable wealth 
And heavenly crowns displays. 

4 And, as her holy labours rise, 

So her rewards increase ; 
Her ways are ways of pleasantness, 
And all her paths are peace. 

217 L- M. 

O WRITE upon my memory, Lord, 
The text and doctrine of thy word ; 
That I may break thy laws no more, 
But love thee better than before. 

2 With thoughts of Christ and things divine, 
Fill up this sinful heart of mine ; 
That hoping pardon through his blood, 
I may lie down and wake with God. 

218 p. m. 

WHEN, his salvation bringing, 
To Zion Jesus came, 



OFFICES OF THE CHURCH. 



The children all stood singing 

Hosanna to his name ; 
Nor did their zeal offend him, 

But as he went along, 
He let them still attend him, 

And smiled to hear their song. 
Hosanna to Jesus they sang. 

2 The loving Lord retaineth 

His love to children still, 
Though now as King he reigneth 

On Zion's heavenly hill ; 
Where angels feed on manna, 

And see the Holy One, 
And sing with- us, Hosanna 

To David's royal Son. 

Hosanna to Jesus we'll sing. 

3 For should we fail proclaiming 

Our great Redeemer's praise, 
The stones, our silence shaming, 

Would their hosannas raise. 
But shall we only render 

The tribute of our words ? 
No ; while our hearts are tender, 

They too shall be the Lord's. 
Hosanna to Jesus our King. 



219 8s & 7s. 

WHAT a strange and wondrous story 
From the book of God is read ! — 
How the Lord of life and glory 
Had not where to lay his head, — 

2 How he left his throne in heaven, 
Here to suffer, bleed, and die, 



CATECHISM. 



I 



That my soul might be forgiven, 
And ascend to God on high ! 

3 Father ! let thy Holy Spirit 

Still reveal a Saviour's love, 
And prepare me to inherit 
Glory where he reigns above ; 

4 There, with saints and angels dwelling, 

May I that great love proclaim, 
And with them be ever telling 
All the wonders of his Name. 

220 p. M - 

IN the vineyard of our Father 
Daily work we find to do ; 
Scatter' d gleanings we may gather, 
Though we are but young and few ; 

Little clusters 
Help to fill the garners too. 

2 Toiling early in the morning, 

Catching moments through the day, 
Nothing small or lowly scorning 

While we work, and watch, and pray 

Gathering gladly 
Free-will offerings by the way. 

3 Not for selfish praise or glory, 

Not for objects nothing worth, 
But to send the blessed story 
Of the Gospel o'er the earth, 

Telling mortals 
Of our Lord and Saviour's birth. 

4 Up and ever at our calling, 

Till in death our lips are dumb, 
Or till — sin's dominion falling — 
Christ shall in his kingdom come, 



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OFFICES OF THE CHURCH, 



And his children 
Reach their everlasting home. 

5 Steadfast, then, in our endeavour, 
Heavenly Father, may we be ; 
And for ever, and for ever, 

We will give the praise to thee ; 

Hallelujah 
Singing, all eternity. 



J Son of God most high, 
Pitying, loving Saviour, 
Hear thy children's cry. 

2 Pardon our offences, 

Loose our captive chains, 
Break down every idol 
Which our soul detains. 

3 Give us holy freedom, 

Fill our hearts with love : 
Draw us, holy Jesus, 
To the realms above. 

4 Lead us on our journey, 

Be thyself the Way 
Through terrestrial darkness 
To celestial day* 

5 Jesus, meek and gentle, 

Son of God most high, 
Pitying, loving Saviour, 
Hear thy children's cry. 



221 



6s & 5s. 



" Lord, save us. 1 




CATECHISM. 



169 



222 6s & 5s. . 

" Be strong and of a good courage. . . . And the Lord, he it is that 
doth go before thee." 

ONWARD, Christian soldiers, 
Marching as to war, 
With the Cross of Jesus 

Going on before. 
Christ the royal Master 
Leads against the foe; 
Forward into battle, 
See, his banners go. 

Onward, Christian soldiers, 

Marching as to war, 
With the Cross of Jesus 
Going on before. 

2 At the sign of triumph 

Satan's host doth flee; 
On, then, Christian soldiers, 

On to victory. 
Hell's foundations quiver 

At the shout of praise ; 
Brothers, lift your voices, 

Loud your anthems raise. 

Onward, &c. 

3 Like a mighty army 

Moves the Church of God ; 
Brothers, we are treading 

Where the saints have trod ; 
We are not divided, 

All one body we, 
One in hope and doctrine, 

One in charity. 

Onward, &c. 

4 Crowns and thrones may perish, 

Kingdoms rise and wane, 



170 



OFFICES OF THE CHURCH. 



But the Church of Jesus 

Constant will remain ; 
Gates of hell can never 

'Gainst that Church prevail; 
We have Christ's own promise. 

And that cannot fail. 

Onward, &c. 

5 Onward, then, ye people, 
Join our happy throng, 
Blend with ours your voices 

In the triumph-song ; 
Glory, laud, and honour 
Unto Christ the King ; 
This through countless ages 
Men and angels sing. 

Onward, Christian soldiers, 

Marching as to war, 
With the Cross of Jesus 
Going on before. 



223 us & 8s. 

I THINK when I read that sweet story of old, 
When Jesus was here among men, 
How he call'd little children as lambs to his 
fold, 

I should like to have been with them then. 

2 I wish that his hands had been placed on my 

head, 

That his arm had been thrown around me, 
And that I might have seen his kind look when 
he said, 

"Let the little ones come unto me." 

3 Yet still to his footstool in prayer I may go, 

And ask for a share in his love ; 



CATECHISM. 



171 



And if I thus earnestly seek him below, 
I shall see him and hear him above, 

4 In that beautiful place he has gone to prepare 

For all who are wash'd and forgiven; 
And many dear children shall be with him 
there, 

"For of such is the kingdom of heaven." 

5 But thousands and thousands who wander and 

fall, 

Never heard of that heavenly home ; 

1 wish they could know there is room for them 

all, 

And that Jesus has bid them to come. 

224 c. m. 

BY cool Siloam's shady rill 
How fair the lily grows ! 
How sweet the breath, beneath the hill, 
Of Sharon's dewy rose ! 

2 Lo ! such the child, whose early feet 

The paths of peace have trod, 
Whose secret heart, with influence sweet, 
Is upward drawn to God. 

3 By cool Siloam's shady rill 

The lily must decay; 
The rose that blooms beneath the hill 
Must shortly fade away. 

4 And soon, too soon, the wint'ry hour 

Of man's maturer age 
Will shake the soul with sorrow's power, 
And stormy passion's rage. 



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OFFICES OF THE CHURCH. 



5 O thou, who givest life and breath, 
We seek thy grace alone, 
In childhood, manhood, age and death, 
To keep us still thine own. 
1 

225 c. m. 

" While we were yet sinners, Christ died for us." 

THERE is a great rock far away, 
Without a city wall, 
Where the dear Lord was crucified 
Who died to save us all. 

2 We may not know, we cannot tell, 

What pains he had to bear, 
But we believe it was for us 
He hung and suffer' d there. 

3 He died that we might be forgiven, 

He died to make us good, 
That we might go at last to heaven, 
Saved by his precious blood. 

4 There was no other good enough 

To pay the price of sin, 
He only could unlock the gate 
Of heaven, and let us in. 

5 O dearly, dearly has he loved, 

And we must love him too, 
And trust in his redeeming blood, 
And try his works to do. 



226 7s. 

" ARY to the Saviour's tomb 
Hasted at the early dawn, 
Spice she brought, and sweet perfume, 



M 



But the Lord she loved had gone. 



CATECHISM. 



173 



There a while she lingering stood, 
Lost in anguish and dismay, 

Tears she wept — a bitter flood — 
Asking where her Saviour lay. 

2 Soon her sorrow all was gone, 

When she heard his own dear voice 
Call her, " Mary."— O that tone, 

How it bade her heart rejoice ! 
Such a change his word can make, 

Turning darkness into day : 
Ye who weep for Jesus' sake, 

He will wipe your tears away. 

227 8s, 7 s, & 4. 

SAVIOUR, like a shepherd lead us, 
Much we need thy tender care ; 
In thy pleasant pastures feed us; 
For our use thy folds prepare : 
Blessed Jesus ! 
Thou hast bought us, thine we are. 

2 Thou hast promised to receive us, 

Poor and sinful though we be ; 
Thou hast mercy to relieve us ; 

Grace to cleanse, and power to free : 
Blessed Jesus ! 
Let us early turn to thee. 

3 Early let us seek thy favour, 

Early let us learn thy will ; 
Do thou, Lord, our only Saviour, 

With thy love our bosoms fill : 
Blessed Jesus ! 
Thou hast loved us, — love us still. 



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OFFICES OF THE CHURCH. 



CONFIRMATION. 

228 s. m. 

From the xx. Psalm. 

MAY God accept our vow, 
Our sacrifice receive, 
Our heart's devout request allow, 
Our holy wishes give ! 

2 O Lord, thy saving grace 

We joyfully declare ; 
Our banner in thy Name we raise — 
" The Lord fulfil our prayer !" 

3 Now know we that the Lord 

His chosen will defend ; 
From heaven will strength divine afford, 
And will their prayer attend. 

229 s. m. 

From the xxv. Psalm. 

HIS mercy and his truth 
The righteous Lord displays, 
In bringing wandering sinners home, 
And teaching them his ways. 

2 He those in justice guides 

Who his direction seek ; 
And in his sacred paths shall lead 
The humble and the meek. 

3 Through all the ways of God 

Both truth and mercy shine, 
To such as, with religious hearts, 
To his blest will incline. 

4 For God to all his saints 

His secret will imparts, 
And does his gracious covenant write 
In their obedient hearts. 



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CONFIRMATION. 



175 



230 c. m. 

From the Ixxxiv. Psalm. 

OGOD of hosts, the mighty Lord, 
How lovely is the place 
Where thou, enthroned in glory, show'st 
The brightness of thy face ! 

2 My longing soul faints with desire 

To view thy blest abode ; 
My panting heart and flesh cry out 
For thee, the living God. 

3 Thrice happy they whose choice has thee 

Their sure protection made, 
Who long to tread the sacred ways 
That to thy dwelling lead. 

4 Thus they proceed from strength to strength, 

And still approach more near ; 
Till all on Sion's holy mount 
Before their God appear. 

5 For God, who is our Sun and Shield, 

Will grace and glory give ; 
And no good thing will he withhold 
From them that justly live. 

6 Thou God, whom heavenly hosts obey, 

How highly bless' d is he, 
Whose hope and trust, securely placed, 
Are still reposed on thee ! 

231 L. M. 

O HAPPY day, that stays my choice 
On thee, my Saviour and my God : 
Well may this glowing heart rejoice, 
And tell thy goodness all abroad. 



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2 O happy bond, that seals my vows 

To him who merits all my love ! 
Let cheerful anthems fill his house, 
While to his sacred throne I move. 

3 Here rest, my oft-divided heart, 

Fix'd on thy God, thy Saviour, rest; 
Who with the world would grieve to part 
When call'd on angels' food to feast? 

4 High heaven, that heard the solemn vow, 

That vow renew' d shall daily hear, 
Till in life's latest hour I bow, 

And bless in death a bond so dear. 



WITNESS, ye men and angels ; now 
Before the Lord we speak ; 
To him we make our solemn vow, 
A vow we dare not break : 

2 That long as life itself shall last, 

Ourselves to Christ we yield ; 
Nor from his cause will we depart, 
Or ever quit the field. 

3 We trust not in our native strength, 

But on his grace rely, 
That, with returning wants, the Lord 
Will all our need supply. 

4 Lord, guide our doubtful feet aright, 

And keep us in thy ways ; 
And, while we turn our vows to prayers, 
Turn thou our prayers to praise. 



Y God, accept my heart this day, 



232 



C. M. 



233 



C. M. 




CONFIRMATION. 



That I from thee no more may stray, 
No more from thee decline. 

2 Before the Cross of him who died, 

Behold, I prostrate fall ; 
Let every sin be crucified, 
Let Christ be all in all. 

3 Anoint me with thy heavenly grace, 

Adopt me for thine own ; 
That I may see thy glorious face, 
And worship at thy throne. 

4 May the dear blood once shed for me 

My blest atonement prove ; 
That I from first to last may be 
The purchase of thy love ! 

5 Let every thought and work and word 

To thee be ever given ; 
Then life shall be thy service, Lord, 
And death the gate of heaven ! 

234 6s & 4s. 

MY faith looks up to thee, 
Thou Lamb of Calvary, 
Saviour divine ! 
Now hear me while I pray : 
Take all my guilt away ; 
O let me from this day 
Be wholly thine. 

2 May thy rich grace impart 
Strength to my fainting heart, 

My zeal inspire ; 
As thou hast died for me, 
O may my love to thee 
Pure, warm, and changeless be, 

A living fire. 

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I78 OFFICES OF THE CHURCH. 

3 While life's dark maze I tread, 
And griefs around me spread, 

Be thou my guide ; 
Bid darkness turn to day ; 
Wipe sorrow's tears away, 
Nor let me ever stray 

From thee aside. 

4 When ends life's transient dream, 
When death's cold, sullen stream 

Shall o'er me roll, 
Blest Saviour, then, in love, 
Fear and distrust remove ; 
O bear me safe above, 

A ransom' d soul. 



235 L. M. Double. 

ARM these thy soldiers, mighty Lord, 
With shield of faith and Spirit's sword ; 
Forth to the battle may they go, 
And boldly fight against the foe, 
With banner of the Cross unfurl' d, 
And by it overcome the world ; 
And so at last receive from thee 
The palm and crown of victory. 

2 Come, ever-blessed Spirit, come, 

And make thy servants' hearts thy home ; 
May each a living temple be, 
Hallow' d for ever, Lord, to thee; 
Enrich that temple's holy shrine 
With sevenfold gifts of grace divine ; 
With wisdom, light, and knowledge bless, 
Strength, counsel, fear, and godliness. 



HOLY MATRIMONY. 



179 



236 



Six 8s. 



ORD, shall thy children come to thee ? 



J—* A boon of love divine we seek ; 
Brought to thine arms in infancy, 

Ere heart could feel, or tongue could speak, 
Thy children pray for grace, that they 
May come themselves to thee to-day. 

2 Lord, shall we come ? and come again, 

Oft as we see yon table spread, 
And, tokens of thy dying pain, 

The wine pour'd out, the broken bread? 
Bless, bless, O Lord, thy children's prayer, 
That they may come and find thee there. 

3 Lord, shall we come ? not thus alone 

At holy time or solemn rite ; 
But every hour till life be flown, 

Through weal or woe, in gloom or light, 
Come to thy throne of grace, that we 
In faith, hope, love, confirm' d may be. 

4 Lord, shall we come ? come yet again ? 

Thy children ask one blessing more : 
To come, not now alone, but then, 

When life, and death, and time are o'er; 
Then, then to come, O Lord, and be 
Confirm' d in heaven, confirm' d by thee. 




HOLY MATRIMONY. 



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THE voice that breathed o'er Eden, 
That earliest wedding-day, 
The primal marriage blessing, 



It hath not pass'd away. 



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2 Still in the pure espousal 

Of Christian man and maid, 
The holy Three are with us, 
The threefold grace is said. 

3 Be present, heavenly Father, 

To give away this bride, 
As Eve thou gav'st to Adam 
Out of his own pierced side : 

4 Be present, Son of Mary, 

To join their loving hands, 
As thou didst bind two natures 
In thine eternal bands. 

5 Be present, holiest Spirit, 

To bless them as they kneel, 
As thou for Christ the Bridegroom 
The heavenly spouse dost seal. 

6 O spread thy pure wings o'er them, 

Let no ill power find place, 
When onward to thine altar 
Their hallow' d path they trace, 

7 To cast their crowns before thee 

In perfect sacrifice, 
Till to the home of gladness 

With Christ's own bride they rise. 

238 s. m. 

" Both Jesus was called, and his disciples, to the marriage." 

HOW welcome was the call, 
And sweet the festal lay, 
When Jesus deign' d in Cana's hall 
To bless the marriage-day ! 



HOLY MATRIMONY. 



I 



2 And happy was the bride, 

And glad the bridegroom's heart, 
For he who tarried at their side 
Bade grief and ill depart. 

3 O Lord of life and love, 

Come thou again to-day ; 
And bring a blessing from above 
That ne'er shall pass away. 

4 O bless, as erst of old, 

The bridegroom and the bride ; 
Bless with the holier stream that flow'd 
Forth from thy pierced side. 

5 Before thine altar throne 

This mercy we implore ; 
As thou dost knit them, Lord, in one 
So bless them evermore. 

239 7s. 

DEIGN this union to approve, 
And confirm it, God of love. 
Bless thy servants ; on their head 
Now the oil of gladness shed ; 
In this nuptial bond, to thee 
Let them consecrated be. 

2 In prosperity, be near, 

To preserve them in thy fear ; 
In affliction, let thy smile 
All the woes of life beguile ; 
And when every change is past, 
Take them to thyself at last. 

240 L. m. 

OUR hearts to thee in prayer we bow, 
Jesus, the heavenly Bridegroom thou 



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Abide with us, and deign to bless 
Thy suppliant ones with happiness. 

2 Be present, as at Cana's board, 
With high and awful blessings stored ; 
To ask is ours, but only thine 

To turn the water into wine. 

3 Caird to the marriage, thou dost shed 
New grace upon the newly wed ; 

Be theirs to seek thy presence dear, 
And seeking, find it ever near. 

4 O Christ, do thou to us impart 
The blessing of the pure in heart ; 
That we henceforth in thee abide, 
True members of the spotless bride. 

5 More bright that crown, than bridal wreath, 
Which waits the faithful unto death ; 

And brighter than the bridegroom's joy 
The bliss which never hath alloy. 

6 Lord, grant us so to watch and guard 
That this may be our great reward : 
With virgin souls to follow thee, 
And where thou art for aye to be. 

VISITATION OF THE SICK. 



THY way, not-mine, O Lord, 
However dark it be : 
Lead me by thine own hand, 

Choose out the path for me. 
Smooth let it be or rough, 
It will be still the best ; 
Winding or straight, it leads 
Right onward to thy rest. 



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VISITATION OF THE SICK. 



2 I dare not choose my lot ; 

I would not, if I might ; 
Choose thou for me, my God ; 

So shall I walk aright. 
Thy will be done : my cup 

With joy or sorrow fill, 
As best to thee may seem ; 

Choose thou my good and ill. 

3 Choose thou for me my friends, 

My sickness or my health ; 
Choose thou my cares for me, 

My poverty or wealth. 
Not mine, not mine the choice, 

In things or great or small ; 
Be thou my guide, my strength, 

My wisdom, and my all. 

242 Six 8s. 

A Compassionate High-Priest. 

Hebrews iv. 15. 

WHEN gathering clouds around I view, 
And days are dark, and friends are fe 
On him I lean who, not in vain, 
Experienced every human pain ; 
He feels my griefs, he sees my fears, 
And counts and treasures up my tears. 

2 If aught should tempt my soul to stray 
From heavenly wisdom's narrow way, 
To fly the good I would pursue, 

Or do the ill I would not do ; 
Still he who felt temptation's power 
Shall guard me in that dangerous hour. 

3 When vexing thoughts within me rise, 
And, sore dismay'd, my spirit dies, 



OFFICES OF THE CHURCH. 



Then he who once vouchsafed to bear 
Such bitter anguish, harrowing care, 
Shall sweetly soothe, shall gently dry, 
The throbbing heart, the streaming eye. 

4 When sorrowing o'er some stone I bend, 
Which covers what was once a friend, 
And from his voice, his hand, his smile, 
Divides me for a little while, 

Thou, Saviour, seest the tears I shed, 
For thou didst weep o'er Lazarus dead. 

5 And O, when I have safely past 
Through every conflict but the last, 
Still, still unchanging, watch beside 
My bed of death, for thou hast died : 
Then point to realms of endless day, 
And wipe the latest tear away. 

243 c. m. 

"Let this mind be in you, which was also in Christ Jesus/ 

LORD, as to thy dear Cross we flee, 
And plead to be forgiven, 
So let thy life our pattern be, 
And form our souls for heaven. 

2 Help us, through good report and ill, 

Our daily cross to bear ; 
Like thee, to do our Father's will, 
Our brethren's griefs to share. 

3 Let grace our selfishness expel, 

Our earthliness refine ; 
And kindness in our bosoms dwell, 
As free and true as thine. 

4 If joy shall at thy bidding fly, 

And grief's dark day come on, 



VISITATION OF THE SICK. 



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We in our turn would meekly cry, 
"Father, thy will be done." 

5 Kept peaceful in the midst of strife, 
Forgiving and forgiven, 
O may we lead the pilgrim's life, 
And follow thee to heaven. 



244 p. m. 

" Thy will be done." 

MY God, my Father, while I stray 
Far from my home, in life' s rough way, 

teach me from my heart to say, 

" Thy will be done." 

2 Though dark my path, and sad my lot, 
Let me be still and murmur not, 

Or breathe the prayer divinely taught, 
"Thy will be done." 

3 What though in lonely grief I sigh 
For friends beloved no longer nigh, 
Submissive would I still reply, 

" Thy will be done." 

4 If thou shouldst call me to resign 
What most I prize — it ne'er was mine ; 

1 only yield thee what is thine — 

" Thy will be done." 

5 Let but my fainting heart be blest 
With thy sweet Spirit for its guest, 
My God, to thee I leave the rest j 

" Thy will De done." 

6 Renew my will from day to day, 
Blend it with thine, and take away 
All that now makes it hard to say, 

"Thy will be done." 



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245 C. M. Double. 

THOU art my Hiding-place, O Lord ! 
On thee I fix my trust, 
Encouraged by thy holy word, 

A feeble child of dust. 
I have no argument beside, 

I urge no other plea ; 
And 'tis enough the Saviour died, 
The Saviour died for me. 

2 When storms of fierce temptations beat, 

And furious foes assail, 
My refuge is the mercy-seat, 

My hope within the veil. 
From strife of tongues and bitter words 

My spirit flies to thee : 
Joy to my heart the thought affords, 

My Saviour died for me. 

3 'Mid trials heavy to be borne, 

When mortal strength is vain, 
A heart with grief and anguish torn, 

A body rack'd with pain, 
Ah, what could give the sufferer rest, 

Bid every murmur flee, 
But this, the witness in my breast 

That Jesus died for me ? 

4 And when thy awful voice commands 

This body to decay, 
And life, in its last lingering sands, 

Is ebbing fast away, 
Then, though it be in accents weak, 

And faint and tremblingly, 
O give me strength in death to speak, 

"My Saviour died for me." 



VISITATION OF THE SICK. 



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246 8s > 6s, & 4s. 

WHATE'ER my God ordains is right; 
His will is ever just ; 
Howe'er he orders now my cause, 
I will be still and trust. 
He is my God ; 
Though dark my road, 
He holds me that I shall not fall, 
Wherefore to him I leave it all. 

2 Whate'er my God ordains is right; 

He never will deceive ; 
He leads me by the proper path, 
And so to him I cleave, 
And take content 
What he hath sent ; 
His hand can turn my griefs away, 
And patiently I wait his day. 

3 Whate'er my God ordains is right; 

Though I the cup must drink 
That bitter seems to my faint heart, 
I will not fear nor shrink ; 
Tears pass away 
With dawn of day ; 
Sweet comfort yet shall fill my heart, 
And pain and sorrow all depart. 

4 Whate'er my God ordains is right; 

My Light, my Life is he, 
Who cannot will me aught but good ; 
I trust him utterly ; 
For well I know, 
In joy or woe, 
We soon shall see, as sunlight clear, 
How faithful was our Guardian here. 



1 88 OFFICES OF THE CHURCH. 

5 Whate'er my God ordains is right; 
Here will I take my stand, 
Though sorrow, need, or death make earth 
For me a desert land. 
My Father's care 
Is round me there, 
He holds me that I shall not fall ; 
And so to him I leave it all. 

247 c. m. 

WHEN musing sorrow weeps the past, 
And mourns the present pain, 
How sweet to think of peace at last, 
And feel that death is gain ! 

2 'Tis not that murmuring thoughts arise, 

And dread a Father's will ; 
'Tis not that meek submission flies, 
And would not suffer still. 

3 It is that heaven-taught faith surveys 

The paths to realms of light, 
And longs her eagle plume to raise, 
And lose herself in sight. 

4 It is that hope with ardour glows 

To see him face to face, 
Whose dying love no language knows 
Sufficient art to trace. 

5 It is that harass' d conscience feels 

The pangs of struggling sin ; 
Sees, though afar, the hand that heals, 
And ends her war within. 

6 O let me wing my hallow' d flight 

From earth-born woe and care, 
And soar beyond the realms of night 
My Saviour's bliss to share ! 



BURIAL OF THE DEAD. 



189 



248 



BURIAL OF THE DEAD. 
C. M. 



From the xxxix. Psalm. 



LORD, let me know my term of days, 
How soon my life will end : 
The numerous train of ills disclose, 
Which this frail state attend. 

2 My life, thou.know'st, is but a span, 

A cipher sums my years ; 
And every man, in best estate, 
But vanity appears. 

3 Man, like a shadow, vainly walks, 

With fruitless cares oppress' d ; 
He heaps up wealth, but cannot tell 
By whom 'twill be possess' d. 

4 Why then should I on worthless toys 

With anxious cares attend ? 
On thee alone my steadfast hope 
Shall ever, Lord, depend. 

5 Lord, hear my cry, accept my tears, 

And listen to my prayer, 
Who sojourn like a stranger here, 
As all my fathers were. 

6 O spare me yet a little time ; 

My wasted strength restore, 
Before I vanish quite from hence, 
And shall be seen no more. 



HEAR what the voice from heaven declares 
To those in' Christ who die : 
Released from all their earthly cares, 
They'll reign with him on high. 



249 



C. M. 



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2 Then why lament departed friends, 

Or shake at death's alarms? 
Death's but the servant Jesus sends 
To call us to his arms. 

3 If sin be pardon' d, we're secure, 

Death hath no sting beside ; 
The law gave sin its strength and power, 
But Christ, our Ransom, died. 

4 The grave of all his saints he bless' d, 

When in the grave he lay : 
And, rising thence, their hopes he raised 
To everlasting day. 

5 Then, joyfully, while life we have, 

To Christ, our life, we'll sing, 
" Where is thy victory, O grave? 
And where, O death, thy sting?" 



J- He started up to hear ; 
A mortal arrow pierced his frame, 
He fell, but felt no fear. 

2 Tranquil amid alarms, 

It found him on the field, 
A veteran slumbering on his arms, 
Beneath his red-cross shield. 

3 At midnight came the cry, 

" To meet thy God prepare !" 
He woke, and caught his Captain's eye, 
Then strong in faith and prayer, 



250 



S. M. 




4 His spirit, with a bound, 
Left its encumbering clay ; 



BURIAL OF THE DEAD. 



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His tent, at sunrise, on the ground, 
A darken' d ruin lay. 

5 The pains of death are past, 
Labour and sorrow cease ; 
And, life's long warfare closed at last, 
His soul is found in peace. 

251 L- m. 

ASLEEP in Jesus ! blessed sleep ! 
From which none ever wakes to weep ; 
A calm and undisturb'd repose, 
Unbroken by the last of foes. 

2 Asleep in Jesus ! O how sweet 
To be for such a slumber meet ; 
With holy confidence to sing 

That death hath lost its painful sting ! 

3 Asleep in Jesus ! peaceful rest ! 
Whose waking is supremely blest ; 
No fear, no woe shall dim that hour 
That manifests the Saviour's power. 

4 Asleep in Jesus ! O for me 
May such a blissful refuge be ! 
Securely shall my ashes lie, 
Waiting the summons from on high. 

5 Asleep in Jesus ! far from thee 

Thy kindred and their graves may be ; 
But there is still a blessed sleep, 
From which none ever wakes to weep. 

C. M. 

NOT for the dead in Christ we weep ; 
Their sorrows now are o'er ; 
The sea is calm, the tempest past, 
On that eternal shore. 



I92 OFFICES OF THE CHURCH. 

2 Their peace is seal'd, their rest is sure, 

Within that better home ; 
A while we weep and linger here, 
Then follow to the tomb. 

3 And though no vision' d dream of bliss 

Nor trance of rapture show 
Where, on the bosom of their God, 
They rest from human woe ; 

4 Jesus ! our shadowy path illume, 

And teach the chasten' d mind 
To welcome all that's left of good, 
To all that's lost resign'd. 

253 W> 8s, & 7s. 

Burial of a Child, 

" They are in peace." 

TENDER Shepherd, thou hast still'd 
Now thy little lamb's brief weeping; 
Ah, how peaceful, pale, and mild 
In his narrow bed he's sleeping, 
And no sigh of anguish sore 
Heaves that little bosom more. 

2 In this world of care and pain, 

Lord, thou wouldst no longer leave him ; 
To the sunny heavenly plain 

Thou dost now with joy receive him ; 
Clothed in robes of spotless white, 
Now he dwells with thee in light. 

3 Ah, Lord Jesus, grant that we 

Where he lives may soon be living, 
And the lovely pastures see 

That his heavenly food are giving ; 
Then the gain of death we prove, 
Though thou take what most we love. 



FOR THOSE AT SEA. 1 93 

CHURCHING OFFICE. 

254 ' C. M. 

From the cxvi. Psalm. 

MY soul with grateful thoughts of love 
Entirely is possess' d, 
Because the Lord vouchsafed to hear 
The voice of my request. 

2 Since he has now his ear inclined, 
I never will despair ; 
But still in each event of life 
To him address my prayer. 

FOR THOSE AT SEA. 

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"Save, Lord, or we perish." — St. Matt. viii. 25. 

WHEN thro' the torn sail the wild tempest 
is streaming, 
When o'er the dark wave the red lightning is 
gleaming, 

Nor hope lends a ray the poor seaman to 
cherish, 

We fly to our Maker: " Save, Lord, or we 
perish." 

2 O Jesus, once rock'd on the breast of the 

billow, 

Aroused by the shriek of despair from thy 
pillow, 

Now seated in glory, the mariner cherish, 
Who cries in his anguish, "Save, Lord, or we 
perish." 

3 And O when the whirlwind of passion is raging, 
When sin in our hearts its wild warfare is 

waging, 

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OFFICES OF THE CHURCH. 



Then send down thy Spirit thy ransom' d 
cherish, 

Rebuke the destroyer: "Save, Lord, or 
perish/ 9 

256 s. m. 

OTHOU who didst prepare 
The ocean's sounding deep, 
And bid the gathering waters there 
In mighty concourse sweep : 

2 Toss'd in our reeling bark 

On this tumultuous sea, 
Thy wondrous ways, O Lord, we mark, 
And lift our hearts to thee. 

3 Jesus is nigh, who trod 

Of old that foaming spray, 
Whose billows own'd th' incarnate God, 
And died in calm away. 

4 Though swells the threatening tide, 

Mounting to heaven above, 
We know in whom our souls confide, 
And fearless trust his love. 

257 6s & 4s. 

FIERCE was the wild billow, 
Dark was the night, 
Oars labour' d heavily, 

Foam glitter' d white. 
Trembled the mariners, 

Peril was nigh ; 
Then said the God of God, 
"Peace! It is I." 



FOR THOSE AT SEA. 1 95 

2 Ridge of the mountain-wave, 

Lower thy crest ! 
Wail of Euroclydon, 

Be thou at rest ! 
Sorrow can never be — 

Darkness must fly — 
Where saith the Light of light, 
"Peace! It is I." 

3 Jesus, Deliverer, 

Come thou to me : 
Soothe thou my voyaging 

Over life's sea : 
Thou, when the storm of death 

Roars sweeping by, 
Wliisper — thou Truth of truth- 
"Peace! It is I !" 

258 Six 8s. 

"These men see the works of the Lord, and his wonders in the deep." 

ETERNAL Father, strong to save, 
Whose arm hath bound the restless wave, 
Who bid'st the mighty ocean deep 
Its own appointed limits keep \ 
O hear us when we cry to thee 
For those in peril on the sea. 

2 O Christ, whose voice the waters heard, 
And hush'd their raging at thy word, 
Who walkedst on the foaming deep, 
And calm amidst its rage didst sleep ; 

O hear us when we cry to thee 
For those in peril on the sea. 

3 Most Holy Spirit, who didst brood 
Upon the chaos dark and rude, 



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And bid its angry tumult cease, 
And give, for wild confusion, peace ; 

O hear us when we cry to thee 

For those in peril on the sea. 

4 O Trinity of love and power, 

Our brethren shield in danger's hour ; 
From rock and tempest, fire and foe, 
Protect them wheresoe'er they go ; 
Thus evermore shall rise to thee 
Glad hymns of praise from land and sea. 

259 c. m. 

[ Which may be used at Sea or on Land.~\ 

LORD, for the just thou dost provide, 
Thou art their sure defence ; 
Eternal Wisdom is their guide, 
Their help, Omnipotence. 

2 Though they through foreign lands should roam, 

And breathe the tainted air 
In burning climates, far from home, 
Yet thou, their God, art there. 

3 Thy goodness sweetens every soil, 

Makes every country please ; 
Thou on the snowy hills dost smile, 
And smooth 'st the rugged seas. 

4 When waves on waves, to heaven uprear'd, 

Defied the pilot's art; 
When terror in each face appear'd, 
And sorrow in each heart ; 

5 To thee I raised my humble prayer, 

To snatch me from the grave : 
I found thine ear not slow to hear, 
Nor short thine arm to save. 



ORDINATION OF MINISTERS. 1 97 



6 Thou gav'st the word, the winds did cease, 

The storms obey'd thy will, 
The raging sea was hush'd in peace, 
And every wave was still. 

7 For this, my life, in every state, 

A life of praise shall be ; 
And death, when death shall be my fate, 
Shall join my soul to thee. 

ORDINATION OR INSTITUTION OF MIN- 
ISTERS. 

260 L. m. 

St. Matt. x. 

GO forth, ye heralds, in my name, 
Sweetly the Gospel trumpet sound ; 
The glorious jubilee proclaim, 

Where'er the human race is found. 

2 The joyful news to all impart, 

And teach them where salvation lies ; 
With care bind up the broken heart, 
And wipe the tears from weeping eyes. 

3 Be wise as serpents, where you go, 

But harmless as the peaceful dove ; 
And let your heaven-taught conduct show 
That ye' re commission' d from above. 

4 Freely from me ye have received, 

Freely, in love, to others give ; 
Thus shall your doctrines be believed, 
And, by your labours, sinners live. 

261 l- m. 

FATHER of mercies, bow thine ear, 
Attentive to our earnest prayer ; 



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We plead for those who plead for thee ; 
Successful pleaders may they be. 

2 How great their work, how vast their charge ! 
Do thou their anxious souls enlarge : 

Their best acquirements are our gain ; 
We share the blessings they obtain. 

3 Clothe, then, with energy divine 

Their words, and let those words be thine \ 
To them thy sacred truth reveal, 
Suppress their fear, inflame their zeal. 

4 Teach them to sow the precious seed, 
Teach them thy chosen flock to feed ; 
Teach them immortal souls to gain — 
Souls that will well reward their pain. 

5 Let thronging multitudes around 
Hear from their lips the joyful sound ; 
In humble strains thy grace implore, 
And feel thy new-creating power. 

6 Let sinners break their massy chains, 
Distressed souls forget their pains ; 

Let light through distant realms be spread, 
And Sion rear her drooping head. 

262 l. m. 

" Let thy priests be clothed with righteousness/' 

LORD, pour thy Spirit from on high, 
And thine ordained servants bless ; 
Graces and gifts to each supply, 

And clothe thy priests with righteousness. 

2 Within thy temple when they stand, 
To teach the truth as taught by thee, 
Saviour, like stars in thy right hand 
Let all thy Church's pastors be. 



CONSECRATION OF BISHOPS. 1 99 

3 Wisdom, and zeal, and love impart, 

Firmness, and meekness from above, 
To bear thy people in their heart, 

And love the souls whom thou dost love ; 

4 To love, and pray, and never faint, 

By day and night their guard to keep, 
To warn the sinner, form the saint, 

To feed thy lambs, and tend thy sheep. 

5 So, when their work is finish' d here, 

They may in hope their charge resign ; 
So, when their Master shall appear, 
They may with crowns of glory shine. 

CONSECRATION OF BISHOPS. 

263 c - M - Double. 

HOW beautiful the feet that bring 
The gladsome tidings here ! 
W 7 hat gracious messengers e'en now 

To our blest eyes appear ! 
These are the stars which God appoints 

For guides into our way, 
To lead to the true Bethlehem, 
Where Christ is found alway. 

2 These are our God's ambassadors, 

By whom his mind we know ; 
God's angels in his nether heaven; 

His heralds here below ! 
Sprinkled by them, the souls arise 

That did in Adam die, 
And, fed by them with bread from heaven, 

Were train' d for rest on high. 



200 



OFFICES OF THE CHURCH. 



3 Thy servants speak ; thou only dost 

The hearing ear bestow : 
They smite the rock, but thou alone 

Dost bid the waters flow. 
They seek, but only thou hast skill 

To bring the wanderers home : 
They call, but thy love must compel, 

And then the invited come. 

4 Lord, thou art in them of a truth, 

Lest we should go astray : 
The twelve bright banners march before, 

And show us Canaan's way. 
Bless we thy Name who grants us here 

To sing in Sion's ways, 
And then, on heavenly Sion's hill, 

To sing eternal praise. 

CONSECRATION OF CHURCHES AND 
CHAPELS. 

264 c. m. 

From the cxxxii. Psalm. 

OWITH due reverence let us all 
To God's abode repair; 
And prostrate at his footstool fall, 
To breathe our humble prayer. 

2 Arise, O Lord, and now possess 

Thy constant place of rest ; 
Be that not only with thy ark, 
But with thy presence bless' d. 

3 Clothe thou thy priests with righteousness, 

Make thou thy saints rejoice ; 
And, for thy servant David's sake, 
Hear thy anointed's voice. 



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265 c. m. 

From the cxxii. Psalm. 

'TWAS a joyful sound to hear 
Our tribes devoutly say, 
Up, Israel ! to the temple haste, 
And keep your festal-day. 

2 At Salem's courts we must appear, 

With our assembled powers, 
In strong and beauteous order ranged, 
Like her united towers. 

3 O ever pray for Salem's peace ; 

For they shall prosp'rous be, 
Thou holy city of our God, 
Who bear true love to thee. 

4 May peace within thy sacred walls 

A constant guest be found ; 
With plenty and prosperity 
Thy palaces be crown' d. 

5 For my dear brethren's sake, and friends 

No less than brethren dear, 
I'll pray, May peace in Salem's towers 
A constant guest appear. 

^ But most of all I'll seek thy good, 
And ever wish thee well, 
For Sion and the temple's sake, 
Where God vouchsafes to dwell. 

266 6s& 4 s. 

CHRIST is our Corner-stone ; 
On him alone we build ; 
With his true saints alone 

"Hie courts of heaven are flll'd : 



On his great love 
Our hopes we place, 



Of present grace 
And joys above. 



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2 O then, with hymns of praise 

These hallow' d courts shall ring ! 
Our voices we will raise, 
The Three in One to sing ; 



Both loud and long, 
That glorious Name. 



And thus proclaim 
In joyful song 

3 Here, gracious God, do thou 
For evermore draw nigh ; 
Accept each faithful vow, 

And mark each suppliant sigh : 



Each holy day, 
Thy blessing pour. 



In copious shower, 
On all who pray, 

4 Here may we gain from heaven 
The grace which we implore, 
And may that grace, once given, 
Be with us evermore ; 



Until that day 
When all the blest 



To endless rest 
Are caird away. 

5 Praise to the God of heaven, 
Praise to his only Son ; 
And praise to him be given 
Who joins them both in One; 



The holy Dove, 
Who makes us meet 



For the blest seat 
Of God above. 



267 8s & 7 s. 

CHRIST is made the sure foundation, 
Christ the head and corner-stone, 
Chosen of the Lord, and precious, 

Binding all the Church in one, 
Holy Sion's help for ever, 
And her confidence alone. 

2 All that dedicated city, 

Dearly loved of God on high, 



CONSECRATION OF CHURCHES. 



In exultant jubilation 
Pours perpetual melody ; 

God the One in Three adoring 
In glad hymns eternally. 

3 To this temple, where we call thee, 

Come, O Lord of hosts, to-day : 
With thy wonted loving-kindness 

Hear thy servants as they pray, 
And thy fullest benediction 

Shed within its walls alway. 

4 Here vouchsafe to all thy servants 

What they ask of thee to gain, 
What they gain from thee for ever 

With the blessed to retain, 
And hereafter in thy glory 

Evermore with thee to reign. 

5 Praise and honour to the Father, 

Praise and honour to the Son, 
Praise and honour to the Spirit, 

Ever Three, and ever One, 
One in might, and One in glory, 

While eternal ages run. 



Laying of a Corner-Stone. 
HOU, who hast in Zion laid 



The true Foundation-stone, 
And with those a covenant made 

Who build on that alone : 
Hear us, Architect divine ! 

G v eat Builder of thy Church below ! 
Now upon thy servants shine, 
Who seek thy praise to show. 



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OFFICES OF THE CHURCH. 



2 Earth is thine ; her thousand hills 

Thy mighty hand sustains ; 
Heaven thy awful presence fills ; 

O'er all thy glory reigns : 
Yet the place of all prepared 
By regal David's favour' d Son, 
Thy peculiar blessing shared, 
And stood thy chosen throne. 

3 We, like Jesse's son, would raise 

A temple to the Lord ; 
Sound throughout its courts his praise, 

His saving Name record ; 
Dedicate a house to him 

Who once, in mortal weakness shrined, 
Sorrow'd, suffer'd, to redeem, 
To rescue all mankind. 

4 Father, Son, and Spirit, send 

The consecrating flame ; 
Now in majesty descend, 

Inscribe the living Name : 
That great Name by which we live, 
Now write on this accepted stone \ 
Us into thy hands receive ; 
Our temple make thine own. 

;9 c. m. 

From the xxvi. Psalm. 

I'LL wash my hands in innocence, 
And round thine altar go \ 
Pour the glad hymn of triumph thence, 
And thence thy wonders show. 

2 My thanks I'll publish there, and tell 
How thy renown excels; 
That seat affords me most delight, 
In which thine honour dwells. 



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VI.— MISSIONS AND CHARITIES. 



For Missions to the New Settlements in the United States. 

WHEN, Lord, to this our western land, 
Led by thy providential hand, 
Our wandering fathers came, 
Their ancient homes, their friends in youth, 
Sent forth the heralds of thy truth, 
To keep them in thy Name. 

2 Then, through our solitary coast, 
The desert features soon were lost ; 

Thy temples there arose ; 
Our shores, as culture made them fair, 
Were hallow' d by thy rites, by prayer, 

And blossom' d as the rose. 

3 And O may we repay this debt 
To regions solitary yet, 

Within our spreading land : 
There, brethren, from our common home, 
Still westward, like our fathers, roam ; 

Still guided by thy hand. 

4 Saviour, we own this debt of love : 
O shed thy spirit from above, 

To move each Christian breast; 
Till heralds shall thy truth proclaim, 
And temples rise to fix thy Name, 

Through all our desert west. 



270 



8s & 6s. 



271 



C. M. 



Isaiah xxxv. 2. 



O n ( 



J Sion and on Lebanon, 
On Carmel's blooming height, 



MISSIONS AND CHARITIES. 



On Sharon's fertile plains, once shone 
The glory, pure and bright. 

2 From thence its mild and cheering ray 

Stream' d forth from land to land; 
And empires now behold its day ; 
And still its beams expand. 

3 Its brightest splendours, darting west, 

Our happy shores illume ; 
Our farther regions, once unblest, 
Now like a garden bloom ; 

4 But ah, our deserts deep and wild 

See not this heavenly light j 
No sacred beams, no radiance mild, 
Dispel their dreary night. 

5 Thou, who didst lighten Sion's hill, 

On Carmel who didst shine, 
Our deserts let thy glory fill, 
Thy excellence divine. 

6 Like Lebanon, in towering pride, 

May all our forests smile ; 
And may our borders blossom wide 
Like Sharon's fruitful soil. 

2 s. M. 

From the lxvii. Psalm. 

TO bless thy chosen race 
In mercy, Lord, incline ; 
And cause the brightness of thy face 
On all thy saints to shine : 

2 That so thy wondrous way 

May through the world be known ; 
While distant lands their tribute pay, 
And thy salvation own. 



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3 O let them shout and sing, 

With joy and pious mirth ; 
For thou, the righteous Judge and King, 
Shalt govern all the earth. 

4 Let differing nations join 

To celebrate thy fame ; 
Let all the world, O Lord, combine 
To praise thy glorious name. 

5 Then God upon our land 

Shall constant blessings shower ; 
And all the world in awe shall stand 
Of his resistless power. 

273 7s & 6s. 

FROM Greenland's icy mountains, 
From India's coral strand, 
Where Afric's sunny fountains 

Roll down their golden sand ; 
From many an ancient river, 
From many a palmy plain, 
They call us to deliver 

Their land from error's chain. 

2 What though the spicy breezes 

Blow soft o'er Ceylon's isle; 
Though every prospect pleases, 

And only man is vile : 
In vain with lavish kindness 

The gifts of God are strewn ; 
The heathen in his blindness 

Bows down to wood and stone. 

3 Shall we, whose souls are lighted 

With wisdom from on high ; 
Shall we to men benighted 
The lamp of life deny ? 



208 



MISSIONS AND CHARITIES. 



Salvation, O salvation, 

The joyful sound proclaim, 

Till each remotest nation 
Has learnt Messiah's Name. 

4 Waft, waft, ye winds, his story, 

And you, ye waters, roll, 
Till, like a sea of glory, 

It spreads from pole to pole : 
Till o'er our ransom 'd nature 

The Lamb for sinners slain, 
Redeemer, King, Creator, 

In bliss returns to reign. 



274 h. m. 

From the cxyii. Psalm. 

FROM all that dwell below the skies 
Let the Creator's praise arise; 
Jehovah's glorious Name be sung 
Through every land, by every tongue. 

2 Eternal are thy mercies, Lord, 
And truth eternal is thy word : 
Thy praise shall sound from shore to shore, 
Till suns shall rise and set no more. 



275 c. m. 

PITY the nations^, O our God, 
Constrain the earth to come; 
Send thy victorious word abroad, 
And bring the strangers home. 

2 O spread thy truth from pole to pole, 
That all the human race 
May, with one voice and heart and soul, 
Sing thy redeeming grace. 



MISSIONS AND CHARITIES. 



276 l. m. 

JESUS shall reign where'er the sun 
Does his successive journeys run ; 
His kingdom spread from shore to shore, 
Till moons shall wax and wane no more. 

2 To him shall endless prayer be made, 
And praises throng to crown his head ; 

. His Name like sweet perfume shall rise 
With every morning sacrifice. 

3 People and realms, of every tongue. 
Dwell on his love with sweetest song ; 
And infant voices shall proclaim 
Their early blessings on his Name. 

4 Blessings abound where'er he reigns; 
The prisoner leaps to burst his chains, 
The weary find eternal rest, 
And all the sons of want are blest. 

5 Where he displays his healing power, 
Death and the curse are known no more : 
In him the tribes of Adam boast 
More blessings than their father lost. 

6 Let every creature rise, and bring 
'Peculiar honours to our King : 
Angels descend with songs again, 
And earth repeat the loud Amen. 

277 l. m. 

YE Christian heralds ! go, proclaim 
Salvation in Immanuel's name : 
To distant climes the tidings bear, 
And plant the rose of Sharon there. 

14 



210 



MISSIONS AND CHARITIES. 



God shield you with a wall of fire, 
With holy zeal your hearts inspire, 
Bid raging winds their fury cease, 
And calm the savage breast to peace. 

And when our labours all are o'er, 
Then may we meet to part no more, — 
Meet, with the ransom' d throng to fall, 
And crown the Saviour Lord of all. 



A 1 



278 L. m. 

RM of the Lord, awake, awake, 
Put on thy strength, the nations shake 
And let the world adoring see 
Triumphs of mercy wrought by thee. 

2 Say to the heathen from thy throne, 
"I am Jehovah, God alone 

Thy voice their idols shall confound, 
And cast their altars to the ground. 

3 Let Sion's time of favour come; 
O bring the tribes of Israel home ; 
And let our wandering eyes behold 
Gentiles and Jews in Jesus' fold. 

4 Almighty God, thy grace proclaim 
In every clime, of every name : 
Let adverse powers before thee fall, 
And crown the Saviour Lord of all. 

279 8s, 7s, & 4- 

SOULS in heathen darkness lying, 
Where no light has broken through, 
Souls that Jesus bought by dying, 
- Whom his soul in travail knew — 
Thousand voices 
Call us o'er the waters blue. 



MISSIONS AND CHARITIES. 



211 



2 Christians, hearken ! None has taught them " 

Of his love so deep and dear ; 
Of the precious price that bought them ; 
Of the nail, the thorn, the spear ; 

Ye who know him, 
Guide them from their darkness drear. 

3 Haste, O haste, and spread the tidings 

Wide to earth's remotest strand ; 
Let no brother's bitter chidings 
Rise against us when we stand 

In the judgment, 
From some far, forgotten land. 

4 Lo ! the hills for harvest whiten, 

All along each distant shore ; 
Seaward far the islands brighten ; 
Light of nations ! lead us o'er : 

When we seek them, 
Let thy Spirit go before. 



280 l- m. 

For the Jews. 

DISOWN' D of heaven, by man oppress' d, 
Outcasts from Sion's hallow'd ground, 
Wherefore should Israel's sons, once bless'd, 
Still roam the scorning world around ? 

2 Lord, visit thy forsaken race, 

Back to thy fold the wanderers bring ; 
Teach them to seek thy slighted grace, 
And hail in Christ their promised King. 

3 The veil of darkness rend in twain, 

Which hides their Shiloh's glorious light ; 
The sever' d olive branch again 
Firm to its parent stock unite. 



212 



MISSIONS AND CHARITIES. 



4 Hail, glorious day, expected long ! 

When Jew and Greek one prayer shall pour 
With eager feet one temple throng, 
With grateful praise one God adore. 



For the jfews. 

HIGH on the bending willows hung, 
Israel, still sleeps the tuneful string ? 
Still mute remains the sullen tongue, 
And Sion's song denies to sing? 

2 Awake ! thy loudest raptures raise ; 

Let harp and voice unite their strains ; 
Thy promised King his sceptre sways ; 
Behold, thy own Messiah reigns. 

3 By foreign streams no longer roam, 

And, weeping, think on Jordan's flood ; 
In every clime behold a home, 
In every temple see thy God. 

4 No taunting foes the song require ; 

No strangers mock thy captive chain ; 
Thy friends provoke the silent lyre, 
And brethren ask the holy strain. 

5 Then why, on bending willows hung, 

Israel, still sleeps the tuneful string ! 
Why mute remains the sullen tongue, 
And Sion's song delays to sing? 



281 



L. M. 



282 



7s & 6s. 



AND is the time approaching. 
By prophets long foretold, 
When all shall dwell together, 



One Shepherd and one fold ? 



MISSIONS AND CHARITIES. 



Shall every idol perish, 

To moles and bats be thrown, 
And every prayer be offer* d 
To God in Christ alone ? 

2 Shall Jew and Gentile, meeting 
From many a distant shore, 

Around one altar kneeling, 

One common Lord adore ? 
Shall ail that now divides us 

Remove and pass away, 
Like shadows of the morning 
Before the blaze of day? 

3 Shall all that now unites us 
More sweet and lasting prove, 

A closer bond of union, 

In a blest land of love ? 
Shall war be learn 'd no longer, 
Shall strife and tumult cease, 
All earth his blessed kingdom, 
The Lord and Prince of Peace ? 

4 O long-expected dawning, 
Corrfe with thy cheering ray ! 

When shall the morning brighten, 

The shadows flee away ? 
O sweet anticipation ! 

It cheers the watchers on, 
To pray, and hope, and labour, 
Till the dark night be gone. 

283 c. m. 

RICH are the joys which cannot d 
With God laid up in store ; 
Treasures beyond the changing sky, 
Brighter than golden ore. 



2T4 MISSIONS AND CHARITIES. 



2 The seeds which piety and love 

Have scatter' d here below, 
In the fair fertile fields above 
To ample harvests grow. 

3 All that my willing hands can give 

At Jesus' feet I lay ; 
Grace shall the humble gift receive, 
Abounding grace repay. 

284 s. m. 

SOW in the morn thy seed ; 
At eve hold not thy hand ; 
To doubt and fear give thou no heed, 
Broadcast it o'er the land. 

Thou know' st not which shall thrive, 

The late or early sown ; 
Grace keeps the precious germ alive, 
When and wherever strown ; 

And duly shall appear, 

In verdure, beauty, strength, 
The tender blade, the stalk, the ear, 
And the full corn at length. 

4 Thou canst not toil in vain ; 

Cold, heat, and moist, and dry, 
Shall foster and mature the grain 
For garners in the sky. 

285 c. m. 

LORD, lead the way the Saviour went, 
By lane and ceil obscure, 
And let love's treasures still be spent, 
Like his, upon the poor : 



2 



4 

3 



THANKSGIVING AND HARVEST-HOME. 215 



Like him through scenes of deep distress, 
Who bore the world's sad weight, 

We, in their crowded loneliness, 
Would seek the desolate. 

2 For thou hast placed us side by side 

In this wide world of ill, 
And, that thy followers may be tried, 

The poor are with us still. 
Mean are all offerings we can make, 

But thou hast taught us, Lord, 
If given for the Saviour's sake, 

They lose not their reward. 



vii. — special seasons. 
thanksgiving and harvest-home. 
286 l m. 

From the xcv. Psalm. 

OCOME, loud anthems let us sing, 
Loud thanks to our almighty King ; 
For we our voices high should raise, 
When our salvation's Rock we praise. 

2 Into his presence let us haste, 

To thank him for his favours past ; 
To him address, in joyful songs, 
The praise that to his Name belongs : 

3 O let us to his courts repair, 
And bow with adoration there ; 
Down on our knees devoutly all 
Before the Lord, our Maker, fall. 



2l6 



SPECIAL SEASONS. 



4 For he's our God, our Shepherd he, 
His flock and pasture-sheep are we: 
O then, ye faithful flock, to-day 
His warning hear, his voice obey. 



PRAISE to God, immortal praise, 
For the love that crowns our days ; 
Bounteous source of every joy, 
Let thy praise our tongues employ : 
All to thee, our God, we owe, 
Source whence all our blessings flow. 

2 All the blessings of the fields, 
All the stores the garden yields, 
Flocks that whiten all the plain, 
Yellow sheaves of ripen'd grain: 
Lord, for these our souls shall raise 
Grateful vows and solemn praise. 

3 Clouds that drop their fattening dews, 
Suns that genial warmth diffuse, 

All the plenty summer pours, 
Autumn's rich, o'erflowing stores: 
Lord, for these our souls shall raise 
Grateful vows and solemn praise. 

4 Peace, prosperity, and health, 
Private bliss and public wealth, 
Knowledge, with its gladdening streams, 
Pure religion's holier beams : 

Lord, for these our souls shall raise 
Grateful vows and solemn praise. 



For Public Mercies and Deliverances. 



SALVATION doth to God belong, 
His power and grace shall be our song ; 



287 



Six 7s. 



288 



L. M. 



THANKSGIVING AND HARVEST-HOME. 2\J 



From him alone all mercies flow, 
His arm alone subdues the foe. 

2 Then praise this God, who bows his ear 
Propitious to his people's prayer; 

And though deliverance he may stay, 
Yet answers still in his own day. 

3 O may this goodness lead our land, 
Still saved by thine Almighty hand, 
The tribute of its love to bring 

To thee, our Saviour and our King : 

289 7 s - Double. 

" They joy before thee, according to the joy of harvest/' 

COME, ye thankful people, come, 
Raise the song of harvest-home ! 
All is safely gather' d in, 
Ere the winter storms begin ; 
God, our Maker, doth provide 
For our wants to be supplied ; 
Come to God's own temple, come; 
Raise the song of harvest-home ! 

2 What is earth but God's own field, 
Fruit unto his praise to yield ? 
Wheat and tares therein are sown, 
Unto joy or sorrow grown ; 
Ripening with a wondrous power, 
Till the final harvest-hour : 
Grant, O Lord of life, that we 
Holy grain and pure may be. 

3 For we know that thou wilt come, 
And wilt take thy people home ; 
From thy field wilt purge away 
All that doth offend, that day ; 



SPECIAL SEASONS. 



And thine angels charge at last 
In the fire the tares to cast, 
But the fruitful ears to store 
In thy garner evermore. 

4 Come, then, Lord of mercy, come, 
Bid us sing thy harvest-home ! 
Let thy saints be gather' d in, 
Free from sorrow, free from sin ; 
All upon the golden floor 
Praising thee for evermore ; 
Come, with thousand angels, come ; 
Bid us sing thy harvest-home ! 

290 6s, p, & 6s. 

O clap your hands together, all ye people ; O sing unto God with the 
voice of melody." 

NOW thank we all our God, 
With heart, and hands, and voices, 
Who wondrous things hath done, 
In whom his world rejoices ; 
Who from our mother's arms 
Hath bless' d us on our way 
With countless gifts of love, 
And still is ours to-day. 

2 O may this bounteous God 
Through all our life be near us, 

With ever joyful hearts 
And blessed peace to cheer us ; 
And keep us in his grace, 

And guide us when perplex' d, 
And free us from all ills 

In this world and the next. 

3 All praise and thanks to God, 
The Father, now be given, 



THANKSGIVING AND HARVEST-HOME. 2 



The Son, and him who reigns 
With them in highest heaven, 
The One eternal God, 

Whom earth and heaven adore, 
For thus it was, is now, 
And shall be evermore. 

291 7s. 

" Who giveth food to all flesh ; for his mercy endureth for ever." 

PRAISE, O praise our God and King ! 
Hymns of adoration sing; 
For his mercies still endure, 
Ever faithful, ever sure. 

2 Praise him that he made the sun 
Day by day his course to run ; 

For his mercies still endure, 
Ever faithful, ever sure : 

3 And the silver moon by night, 
Shining with her gentle light ; 

For his mercies still endure, 
Ever faithful, ever sure. 

4 Praise him that he gave the rain 
To mature the swelling grain ; 

For his mercies still endure, 
Ever faithful, ever sure : 

5 And hath bid the fruitful field 
Crops of precious increase yield ; 

For his mercies still endure, . 
Ever faithful, ever sure. 

6 Praise him for our harvest-store, 
He hath fill'd the garner-floor; 

For his mercies still endure, 
Ever faithful, ever sure : 



220 



SPECIAL SEASONS. 



7 And for richer food than this, 
Pledge of everlasting bliss ; 

For his mercies still endure, 
Ever faithful, ever sure. 

8 Glory to our bounteous King ! 
Glory let creation sing ! 

Glory to the Father, Son, 
And blest Spirit, Three in One. 



NATIONAL FESTIVALS. 

292 6s & 4s. 

BEFORE the Lord we bow, 
The God who reigns above, 
And rules the world below, 
Boundless in power and love ; 
Our thanks we bring 
In joy and praise, 
Our hearts we raise 
To heaven's high King. 

2 The nation thou hast blest 

May well thy love declare, 
From foes and fears at rest, 
Protected by thy care. 
For this fair land, 
For this bright day, 
Our thanks we pay — 
Gifts of thy hand. 

3 May every mountain height, 

Each vale and forest green, 
Shine in thy word's pure light, 
And its rich fruits be seen ! 



NATIONAL FESTIVALS. 



221 



May every tongue 
Be tuned to praise, 
And join to raise 

A grateful song. 

- 4 Earth ! hear thy Maker's voice, 
The great Redeemer own, 
Believe, obey, rejoice, 
And worship him alone ; 
Cast down thy pride, 
Thy sin deplore, 
And bow before 
The Crucified. 

5 And when in power he comes, 
O may our native land, 
From all its rending tombs, 
Send forth a glorious band ; 
A countless throng 
Ever to sing 
To heaven's high King 
Salvation's song. 



Firm may she ever stand, 
Through storm and night ; 
When the wild tempests rave, 
Ruler of winds and wave, 
Do thou our country save 
By thy great might. 

2 For her our prayers shall rise 
To God above the skies; 

On him we wait ; 
Thou who hast heard each sigh 
Watching each weeping eye, 



293 



6s & 4s. 
OD bless our native land ! 




222 



SPECIAL SEASONS. 



Be thou for ever nigh ; 
God save the state ! 

294 6s ? 7s, & 6s. 

LORD GOD, we worship thee ! 
In loud and happy chorus 
We praise thy love and power, 
Whose goodness reigneth o'er us. 
To heaven our song shall soar, 

For ever shall it be 
Resounding o'er and o'er, 
Lord God, we worship thee ! 

2 Lord God, we worship thee ! 
For thou our land defendest • 

Thou pourest down thy grace, 
And strife and war thou endest. 
Since golden peace, O Lord, 

Thou grantest us to see, 
Our land, with one accord, 

Lord God, gives thanks to thee 

3 Lord God, we worship thee ! 
Thou didst indeed chastise us, 

Yet still thy anger spares, 
And still thy mercy tries us : 
Once more our Father's hand 

Doth bid our sorrows flee, 
And peace rejoice our land : 
Lord God, we worship thee ! 

NATIONAL FASTS. 

295 8s & 7 s. 

DREAD Jehovah, God of nations, 
From thy temple in the skies, 
Hear thy people's supplications, 
. Now for their deliverance rise : 



NATIONAL FASTS. 



223 



2 Lo ! with deep contrition turning, 

Humbly at thy feet we bend ; 
Hear us, fasting, praying, mourning, 
Hear us, spare us, and defend. 

3 Though our sins, our hearts confounding, 

Long and loud for vengeance call, 
Thou hast mercy more abounding, 
Jesus' blood can cleanse them all. 

4 Let that love veil our transgression, 

Let that blood our guilt efface : 
Save thy people from oppression, 
Save from spoil thy holy place. 

296 l- m. 

Prayer and Hope of Victory, 

NOW may the God of grace and power 
Attend his people's humble cry; 
Defend them in the needful hour, 
And send deliverance from on high. 

2 In his salvation is our hope; 

And in the Name of Israel's God, 
Our troops shall lift their banners up, 
Our navies spread their flags abroad. 

3 Some trust in horses train' d for war, 

And some of chariots make their boasts ; 
Our surest expectations are 

From thee, the Lord of heavenly hosts. 

4 Then save us, Lord, from slavish fear, 

And let our trust be firm and strong, 
Till thy salvation shall appear, 

And hymns of peace conclude our song. 



224 



SPECIAL SEASONS. 



297 c. m. 

ALMIGHTY LORD, before thy throne 
Thy mourning people bend ; 
'Tis on thy pardoning grace alone 
Our dying hopes depend. 

2 Dark judgments, from thy heavy hand, 

Thy dreadful power display ; 
Yet mercy spares our guilty land, 
And still we live to pray. 

3 How changed, alas ! are truths divine 

For error, guilt, and shame ! 
What impious numbers, bold in sin, 
Disgrace the Christian name ! 

4 O turn, turn us, mighty Lord ! 

Convert us by thy grace ; 
Then shall our hearts obey thy word, 
And see again thy face. 

5 Then, should oppressing foes invade, 

We will not yield to fear, 
Secure of all-sufficient aid, 
When thou, O God, art near. 

298 l. m. 

" The Lord shall give his people the blessing of peace." 

OGOD of love, O.King of peace, 
Make wars throughout the world to cease 
The wrath of sinful man restrain ; 
Give peace, O God, give peace again. 

2 Remember, Lord, thy works of old, 
The wonders that our fathers told ; 
Remember not our sin's dark stain ; 
Give peace, O God, give peace again. 



FAMILY WORSHIP. 



2 



3 Whom shall we trust but thee, O Lord ? 
Where rest but on thy faithful word ? 
None ever call'd on thee in vain ; 
Give peace, O God, give peace again. 

FAMILY WORSHIP. 

299 c. m. 

From the cxxi. Psalm. 

TO Sion's hill I lift my eyes, 
From thence expecting aid ; 
From Sion's hill and Sion's God, 
Who heaven and earth has made. 

2 He will not let thy foot be moved, 

Thy guardian will not sleep ; 
Behold, the God who slumbers not 
Will favour' d # Israel keep. 

3 Shelter' d beneath th' Almighty's wings, 

Thou shalt securely rest, 
Where neither sun nor moon shall thee 
By day or night molest. 

4 At home, abroad, in peace, in war, 

Thy God shall thee defend ; 
Conduct thee through life's pilgrimage, 
Safe to thy journey's end. 

300 Six 8s. 

From the lxiii. Psalm. 

OGOD, my gracious God, to thee 
My morning prayers shall offer' d be. 
For thee my thirsty soul doth pant ; . 
My fainting flesh implores thy grace, 
As in a dry and barren place, 
Where I refreshing waters want. 

15 



226 



SPECIAL SEASONS. 



2 O to my longing eyes once more 
That view of glorious power restore, 

Which thy majestic house displays : 
Because to me thy wondrous love 
Than life itself does dearer prove, 

My lips shall always speak thy praise. 

3 My life, while I that life enjoy, 
In blessing God I will employ, 

With lifted hands adore his Name : 
As with its choicest food supplied, 
My soul shall be full satisfied, 

While I with joy his praise proclaim. 

4 When down I lie, sweet sleep to find, 
Thou, Lord, art present to my mind, 

And when I wake in dead of night, 
Because thou still dost succour bring, 
Beneath the shadow of thy wing 

I rest with safety and delight. 

301 Six 8s. 

Daily Dependence. 

WHEN, streaming from the eastern skies, 
The morning light salutes mine eyes, 
O Sun of Righteousness divine, 
On me with beams of mercy shine ; 
Chase the dark clouds of sin away, 
And turn my darkness into day. 

2 When to heaven's great and glorious King 
My morning sacrifice I bring, 
And, mourning o'er my guilt and shame, 
Ask mercy, Saviour, in thy Name, 
My conscience sprinkle with thy blood, 
And be my advocate with God. 



FAMILY WORSHIP. 



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3 As every day thy mercy spares 
Will bring its trials and its cares, 

Saviour, till my life shall end, 
Be thou my counsellor and friend : 
Teach me thy precepts, all divine, 
And be thy pure example mine. 

4 When pain transfixes every part, 
Or languor settles at the heart ; 
When on my bed, diseased, oppress'd, 

1 turn, and sigh, and long for rest ; 
O great Physician, see my grief, 
And grant thy servant sweet relief. 

5 Should poverty's destructive blow 
Lay all my worldly comforts low ; 
And neither help nor hope appear, 
My steps to guide, my heart to cheer ; 
Lord, pity and supply my need, 

For thou, on earth, wast poor indeed. 

6 Should Providence profusely pour 
Its varied blessings on my store ; 
O keep me from the ills that wait 
On such a seeming prosperous state : 

- From hurtful passions set me free, 
And humbly may I walk with thee. 

7 When each day's scenes and labours close, 
And wearied nature seeks repose, 

With pardoning mercy richly blest, 
Guard me, my Saviour, while I rest ; 
And, as each morning sun shall rise, 
O lead me onward to the skies. 

8 And, at my life's last setting sun, 
My conflicts o'er, my labours done, 



228 



SPECIAL SEASONS. 



Jesus, thy heavenly radiance shed, 
To cheer and bless my dying bed \ 
And, from death's gloom my spirit raise, 
To see thy face and sing thy praise. 

302 l. m. 

" I have set God always before me." — Psalm xvi. 9. 

SAVIOUR, when night involves the skies, 
My soul, adoring, turns to thee ; 
Thee, self-abased in mortal guise, 

And wrapt in shades of death for me. 

2 On thee my waking raptures dwell, 

When crimson gleams the east adorn, 
Thee, victor of the grave and hell, 
Thee, source of life's eternal morn. 

3 When noon her throne in light arrays, 

To thee my soul triumphant springs ; 
Thee, throned in glory's endless blaze, 
Thee, Lord of lords and King of kings. 

4 O'er earth, when shades of evening steal, 

To death and thee my thoughts I give ; 
To death, whose power I soon must feel, 
To thee, with whom I trust to live. 

303 Six 8s 

From the xci. Psalm. 

H E that has God his guardian made 
Shall under the Almighty's shade 
Secure and undisturbed abide: 
Thus to my soul of him I'll say, 
He is my fortress and my stay, 
My God, in whom I will confide. 

2 His tender love and watchful care 
Shall free thee from the fowler's snare, 



FAMILY WORSHIP. 



And from the noisome pestilence ; 
He over thee his wings shall spread, 
And cover thy unguarded head ; 

His truth shall be thy strong defence. 

3 Because, with well-placed confidence, 
Thou mak'st the Lord thy sure defence, 

Thy refuge, even God most high ; 
Therefore no ill on thee shall come, 
Nor to thy heaven-protected home 

Shall overwhelming plagues draw nigh. 

304 c. m. 

From the cxxvii. Psalm. 

WE build with fruitless cost, unless 
The Lord the pile sustain ; 
Unless the Lord the city keep, 
The watchman wakes in vain. 

2 In vain we rise before the day, 

And late to rest repair, 
Allow no respite to our toil, 
And eat the bread of care. 

3 Supplies of life, with ease to them, 

He on his saints bestows ; 
He crowns their labours with success, 
Their nights with safe repose. 

305 s. m. 

BLEST be the tie that binds 
Our hearts in Jesus' love : 
The fellowship of Christian minds 
Is like to that above. 

2 Before our Father's throne 
We pour united prayers ; 
Our fears, our hopes, our aims are one 
Our comforts and our cares. 



230 



SPECIAL SEASONS. 



3 We share our mutual woes, 

Our mutual burdens bear • 
And often for each other flows 
The sympathizing tear. 

4 When we at death must part, 

Not like the world's, our pain ; 
But one in Christ, and one in heart, 
We part to meet again. 

5 From sorrow, toil, and pain, 

And sin, we shall be free ; 
And perfect love and friendship reign 
Throughout eternity. 



OD of our fathers, by whose hand 



Thy people still are blest, 
Be with us through our pilgrimage \ 
Conduct us to our rest. 

2 Through each perplexing path of life 

Our wandering footsteps guide ; 
Give us each day our daily bread, 
And raiment fit provide. 

3 O spread thy sheltering wings around, 

Till all our wanderings cease, 
And at our Father's loved abode 
Our souls arrive in peace. 

4 Such blessings from thy gracious hand 

Our humble prayers implore ; 
And thou, the Lord, shalt be our God, 
And portion evermore. 



306 



C. M. 



Genesis xxviii. 20, 21. 




FAMILY WORSHIP. 



307 l. m. 

MY God, how endless is thy love ! 
Thy gifts are every evening new, 
And morning mercies from above 
Gently distil like early dew. 

2 Thou spread' st the curtain of the night, 

Great Guardian of my sleeping hours ; 
Thy sovereign word restores the light, 
And quickens all my drowsy powers. 

3 I yield my powers to thy command, 

To thee I consecrate my days ; 
Perpetual blessings from thy hand 
Demand perpetual songs of praise. 

308 s. m. 

TO-MORROW, Lord, is thine, 
Lodged in thy sovereign hand ; 
And if its sun arise and shine, 
It shines by thy command. 

2 The present moment flies, 

And bears our life away ; 
O make thy servants truly wise, 
That they may live to-day. 

3 Since on this winged hour 

Eternity is hung, 
Waken by thine almighty power 
The aged and the young. 

4 One thing demands our care ; 

O be it still pursued, 
Lest, slighted once, the season fair 
Should never be renew'd. 



232 



SPECIAL SEASONS. 



5 To Jesus may we fly, 

Swift as the morning light, 
Lest life's young golden beam should die 
In sudden, endless night. 



FORTH in thy Name, O Lord, I go, 
My daily labour to pursue ; 
Thee, only thee, resolved to know, 
In all I think, or speak, or do. 

2 Give me to bear thy easy yoke, 

And every moment watch and pray ; 
And still to things eternal look, 
And hasten to that glorious day. 

3 Fain would I still for thee employ 

Whate'er thy bounteous grace hath given, 
Would run my course with even joy, 
And closely walk with thee to heaven. 



^ Th' eternal hills beyond the skies ; 
Thence all her help my soul derives, 
There my almighty Refuge lives. 

2 He lives — the everlasting God, 

That built the world, that spread the flood ; 
The heavens with all their hosts he made, 
And the dark regions of the dead. 

3 He guides our feet, he guards our way ; 
His morning smiles bless all the day : 
He spreads the evening veil, and keeps 
The silent hours while Israel sleeps. 



309 



L. M. 




FAMILY WORSHIP. 



233 



4 Israel, a name divinely blest, 
May rise secure, securely rest ; 
Thy holy Guardian's wakeful eyes 
Admit nor slumber nor surprise. 

311 Eight 6s. 

" There remaineth therefore a rest to the people of God." 

THERE is a blessed home 
Beyond this land of woe, 
Where trials never come, 

Nor tears of sorrow flow ; 
Where faith is lost in sight, 

And patient hope is crown'd, 
And everlasting light 
Its glory throws around. 

2 There is a land of peace, 

Good angels know it well ; 
Glad songs that never cease 

Within its portals swell ; 
Around its glorious throne 

Ten thousand saints adore 
Christ, with the Father One, 

And Spirit, evermore. 

3 O joy all joys beyond, 

To see the Lamb who died, 
And count each sacred wound 

In hands, and feet, and side ; 
To give to him the praise 

Of every triumph won, 
And sing through endless days 

The great things he hath done ! 

4 Look up, ye saints of God, 

Nor fear to tread below 
The path your Saviour trod 
Of daily toil and woe ; 



234 



SPECIAL SEASONS. 



Wait but a little while 
In uncomplaining love, 

His own most gracious smile 
Shall welcome you above. 



312 



8s & 6s. 



WHEN I can trust my all with God, 
In trial's fearful hour, 
Bow, all resign' d, beneath his rod, 

And bless his sparing power, 
A joy springs up amid distress, 
A fountain in the wilderness. 

2 O blessed be the hand that gave, 
Still blessed when it takes ; 
Blessed be he who smites to save, 
Who heals the heart he breaks : 
Perfect and true are all his ways, 
Whom heaven adores and death obeys. 



ARISE, my soul, with rapture rise, 
And, fill'd with love and fear, adore 
The awful Sovereign of the skies, 

Whose mercy lends me one day more. 

2 And may this day, indulgent Power, 

Not idly pass, nor fruitless be ; 
But may each swiftly-flying hour 
Still nearer bring my soul to thee. 

3 But can it be ? That Power divine 

Is throned in light's unbounded blaze ; 
And countless worlds and angels join 
To swell the glorious song of praise. 



MORNING. 



313 



L. M. 



MORNING. 



235 



4 And will he deign to lend an ear, 

When I, poor sinful mortal, pray ? 
Yes, boundless goodness ! he will hear, 
Nor cast the meanest wretch away. 

5 Then let me serve thee all my days, 

And may my zeal with years increase : 
For pleasant, Lord, are all thy ways, 
And all thy paths are paths of peace. « 

314 L- m. 

" His compassions fail not : they are new every morning." 

NEW every morning is the love 
Our wakening and uprising prove ; 
Through sleep and darkness safely brought, 
Restored to life, and power, and thought. 

2 New mercies, each returning day, 
Hover around us while we pray ; 
New perils past, new sins forgiven, 

New thoughts of God, new hopes of heaven. 

3 If on our daily course our mind 
Be set to hallow all we find, 

New treasures still, of countless price, 
God will provide for sacrifice. 

4 The trivial round, the common task, 
Will furnish all we need to ask, 
Room to deny ourselves, a road 

To bring us daily nearer God. 

5 Only, O Lord, in thy dear love 
Fit us for perfect rest above ; 
And help us this, and every day, 
To live more nearly as we pray. 



36 SPECIAL SEASONS. 

315 L. M. 

O JESUS, Lord of heavenly grace, 
Thou brightness of thy Father's face, 
Thou Fountain of eternal light, 
Whose beams disperse the shades of night ! 

2 Come, holy Sun of heavenly love, 
•Bend down thy radiance from above ; 
And to our inmost hearts convey 
The Holy Spirit's cloudless ray. 

3 And we the Father's help will claim, 
And sing the Father's glorious Name: 
His powerful succour we implore, 
That we may stand, to fall no more. 

4 May he our actions deign to bless, 
And loose the bonds of wickedness ; 
From sudden falls our feet defend, 
And guide us safely to the end. 

5 May faith, deep-rooted in the soul, 
The flesh subdue, the mind control : 
May guile depart, and discord cease, 
And all within be joy and peace. 

6 O hallow' d thus be every day! 
Let meekness be our" morning ray, 
And faithful love our noonday light, 
And hope our sunset, calm and bright. 

7 O Christ, with each returning morn, 
Thine image to our hearts is borne : 
O may we ever clearly see 

Our Saviour and our God in thee ! 



MORNING. 



237 



316 8s & ts. 

" Unto you that fear my Name shall the Sun of Righteousness arise." 

CHRIST, whose glory fills *he skies, 
Christ, the true, the only Light, 
Sun of Righteousness, arise ! 

Triumph o'er the shades of night; 
Dayspring from on high, be near, 
Day-star, in my heart appear. 

2 Dark and cheerless is the morn 

Unaccompanied by thee ; 
Joyless is the day's return 

Till thy mercy's beams I see; 
Till they inward light impart, 
Glad my eyes and warm my heart. 

3 Visit, then, this soul of mine ; 

Pierce the gloom of sin and grief ; 
Fill me, Radiancy divine \ 

Scatter all my unbelief ; 
More and more thyself display, 
Shining to the perfect day. 

317 8s, 4s, & 7s. 

COME, my soul, thou must be waking, 
Now is breaking 
O'er the earth another day : 
Come, to him who made this splendour 
See thou render 

All thy feeble strength can pay. 

2 Gladly hail the sun returning : 
Ready burning 

Be the incense of thy powers : 
For the night is safely ended ; 
God hath tended 

With his care thy helpless hours. 



2 3 8 



SPECIAL SEASONS. 



3 Pray that he may prosper ever 
Each endeavour, 

When thine aim is good and true ; 
But that he may ever thwart thee, 
And convert thee, 

When thou evil wouldst pursue. 

4 Think that he thy ways beholdeth, 
He unfoldeth 

Every fault that lurks within ; 
He the hidden shame, gloss' d over, 
Can discover, 

And discern each deed of sin. 

5 Mayest thou on life's last morrow, 
Free from sorrow, 

Pass away in slumber sweet ; 
And, released from death's dark sadness, 
Rise in gladness, 

That far brighter Sun to greet. 

6 Only God's free gifts abuse not, 
Light refuse not, 

But his Spirit's voice obey; 
Thou with him shalt dwell, beholding 
Light enfolding 

All things, in unclouded day. 

7 Glory, honour, exaltation, 
Adoration, 

Be to the eternal One : 
To the Father, Son, and Spirit 
Laud and merit, 

While unending ages run. 



MORNING. 



239 



318 L. M. 

" I myself will awake right early." 

AWAKE, my soul, and with the sun 
Thy daily stage of duty run ; 
Shake off dull sloth, and early rise 
To pay thy morning sacrifice. 

2 Thy precious time misspent redeem ; 
Each present day thy last esteem ; 
Improve thy talent with due care, 
For the great day thyself prepare . 



3 By influence of the Light divine, 
Let thy own light to others shine ; 
Reflect all heaven's propitious rays 
In ardent love and cheerful praise. 

4 Wake and lift up thyself, my heart, 
And with the angels bear thy part, 
Who all night long unwearied sing 
Glory to the eternal King. 

5 I wake, I wake, ye heavenly choir, 
May your devotion me inspire, 
That I like you my age may spend, 
Like you may on my God attend. 

6 All praise to thee who safe hast kept, 
And hast refresh' d me while I slept; 
Grant, Lord, when I from death shall wake, 
I may of endless light partake. 

7 Lord, I my vows to thee renew, 
Scatter my sins as morning dew ; 

Guard my first springs of thought and will, 
And with thyself my spirit fill. 



240 



SPECIAL SEASONS. 



8 Direct, control, suggest this day 
All I design, or do, or say ; 

That all my powers, with all their might, 
In thy sole glory may unite. 

9 Praise God, from whom all blessings flow 
Praise him, all creatures here below ; 
Praise him above, angelic host ; 

Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. 



EVENING. 
319 L- M. 

GLORY to thee, my God, this night, 
For all the blessings of the light ; 
Keep me, O keep me, King of kings, 
Under thine own almighty wings. 

2 Forgive me, Lord, for thy dear Son, 
The ills that I this day have done ; 
That with the world, myself, and thee, 
I, ere I sleep, at peace may be. 

3 Teach me to live, that I may dread 
The grave as little as my bed ; 
Teach me to die, that so I may 
Triumphing rise at the last day. 

4 O may my soul on thee repose, 

And with sweet sleep mine eyelids close : 
Sleep, that may me more vigorous make 
To serve my God, when I awake. 

5 When in the night I sleepless lie, 

My soul with heavenly thoughts supply : 
Let no ill dreams disturb my rest, 
No powers of darkness me molest. 



EVENING. 



6 Let my blest Guardian, while I sleep, 
Close to my bed his vigil keep, 
Divinest love in me instil, 

Stop all the avenues of ill. 

7 O when shall I, in endless day, 
For ever chase dark sleep away, 
And hymns divine with angels sing, 
Glory to thee, eternal King ? 

8 Praise God, from whom all blessings flow 
Praise him, all creatures here below ; 
Praise him above, angelic host ; 

Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost* 

320 l. m. 

GREAT God, to thee my evening song 
With humble gratitude, I raise : 

let thy mercy tune my tongue, 
And fill my heart with lively praise. 

2 My days unclouded as they pass, 

And every onward rolling hour, 
Are monuments of wondrous grace, 
And witness to thy love and power. 

3 And yet this thoughtless, wretched heart, 

Too oft regardless of thy love, 
Ungrateful, can from thee depart, 
And from the path of duty rove. 

4 Seal my forgiveness in the blood 

Of Christ, my Lord ; his Name alone 

1 plead for pardon, gracious God, 
And kind acceptance at thy throne. 

5 With hope in him my eyelids close, 

With sleep refresh my feeble frame ; 

16 



242 



SPECIAL SEASONS. 



Safe in thy care may I repose, 

And wake with praises to thy Name. 



NOW from the altar of our hearts, 
Let flames of love arise ; 
Assist us, Lord, to offer up 
Our evening sacrifice. 

2 Minutes and mercies multiplied 

Have made up all this day ; 
Minutes came quick, but mercies were 
More swift, more free than they. 

3 New time, new favours, and new joys 

Do a new song require ; 
Till we shall praise thee as we would, 
Accept our hearts' desire. 



THE day is past and gone ; 
The evening shades appear : 
O may we all remember well 
The night of death draws near. 

2 We lay our garments by, 

Upon our beds to rest ; 
So death shall soon disrobe us all 
Of what is here possest. 

3 Lord, keep us safe this night, 

Secure from all our fears ; 
May angels guard us while we sleep, 
Till morning light appears. 



321 



C. M. 



322 



S. M. 



EVENING. 



243 



323 7s 

Psalm cxli. 2. 

SOFTLY now the light of day 
Fades upon my sight away ; 
Free from care, from labour free, 
Lord, I would commune with thee : 

2 Thou, whose all-pervading eye 

Naught escapes, without, within, 
Pardon each infirmity, 
Open fault, and secret sin. 

3 Soon, for me, the light of day 
Shall for ever pass away ; 
Then, from sin and sorrow free, 
Take me, Lord, to dwell with thee : 

4 Thou who, sinless, yet hast known 

All of man's infirmity; 
Then, from thine eternal throne, 
Jesus, look with pitying eye. 

324 8s. 

TNSPIRER and Hearer of prayer, 
«*• Thou Shepherd and Guardian of thine, 
My all to thy covenant care, 
I, sleeping or waking, resign. 

2 If thou art my Shield and my Sun, 

The night is no darkness to me ; 
And fast as my minutes roll on, 
They bring me but nearer to thee. 

3 A sovereign protector I have, 

Unseen, yet for ever at hand ; 
Unchangeably faithful to save, 
Almighty to rule and command. 



244 



SPECIAL SEASONS. 



4 His smiles and his comforts abound, 
His grace, as the dew, shall descend ; 
And walls of salvation surround 
The soul he delights to defend. 

325 i os. 

ABIDE with me ! fast falls the eventide, 
The darkness deepens; Lord, with me 
abide ; 

When other helpers fail, and comforts flee, 
Help of the helpless, O abide with me. 

2 Swift to its close ebbs out life's little day ; 
Earth's joys grow dim, its glories pass away, 
Change and decay on all around I see ; 

thou who changest not, abide with me. 

3 I need thy presence every passing hour ; 
What but thy grace can foil the tempter's power ? 
Who, like thyself, my guide and stay can be ? 
Through cloud and sunshine, Lord, abide with 

me. 

4 I fear no foe, with thee at hand to bless : 
Ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness. 
Where is Death's sting? where, Grave, thy 

victory ? 

1 triumph still, if thou abide with me. 

5 Hold thou thy cross before my closing eyes ; 
Shine through the gloom, and point me to the 

skies ; 

Heaven's morning breaks, and earth's vain 

shadows flee ; 
In life, in death, O Lord, abide with me. 



EVENING. 



326 l. m. 

V XJN of my soul, thou Saviour dear, 
It is not night if thou be near ; 
O may no earth-born cloud arise 
To hide thee from thy servant's eyes. 



S' 



2 When the soft dews of kindly sleep 
My weary eyelids gently steep, 

Be my last thought how sweet to rest 
For ever on my Saviour's breast. 

3 Abide with me from morn till eve, 
For without thee I cannot live ; 
Abide with me when night is nigh, 
For without thee I dare not die. 

4 If some poor wandering child of thine 
Have spurn' d to-day the voice divine, 
Now, Lord, the gracious work begin ; 
Let him no more lie down in sin. 

5 Watch by the sick ; enrich the poor 
With blessings from thy boundless store 
Be every mourner's sleep to-night, 
Like infant slumbers, pure and light. 

6 Come near and bless us when we wake, 
Ere through the world our way we take, 
Till in the ocean of thy love 

We lose ourselves in heaven above. 

327 6s & 43. 

THE sun is sinking fast, 
The daylight dies ; 
Let love awake, and pay 
Her evening sacrifice. 



246 



SPECIAL SEASONS. 



2 As Christ upon the Cross 

His head inclined, 
And to his Father's hands 
His parting soul resign'd ; 

3 So now herself my soul 

Would wholly give 
Into his sacred charge, 
In whom all spirits live ; 

4 So now beneath his eye 

Would calmly rest, 
Without a wish or thought 
Abiding in the breast ; 

5 Save that his will be done, 

Whate'er betide; 
Dead to herself, and dead 
In him to all beside. 

6 Thus would I live : yet now 

Not I, but he, 
In all his power and love, 
Henceforth alive in me. 

328 & & 7 s. 

JESUS, tender Shepherd, hear us ; 
Bless thy little lambs to-night ; 
Through the darkness be thou near us ; 
Keep us safe till morning light. 

2 All this day thy hand has led us, 

And we thank thee for thy care ; 
Kindly thou hast clothed us, fed us, 
Listen to our evening prayer ! 

3 May our sins be all forgiven ; 

Bless the friends we love so well ; 
Take us all at last to heaven, 

Happy there with thee to dwell. 



EVENING. 



247 



329 8s & 7 S. 

" I will lay me down in peace and take my rest." 

THROUGH the day thy love has spared us ; 
Now we lay us down to rest, 
Through the silent watches guard us, 
Let no foe our peace molest ; 
Jesus, thou our Guardian be ; 
Sweet it is to trust in thee. 

2 Pilgrims here on earth, and strangers, 
Dwelling in the midst of foes, 
Us and ours preserve from dangers, 
In thine arms may we repose, 
And, when life's sad day is past, 
Rest with thee in heaven at last. 

330 Six 8s 

"The Lord is my light." 

SWEET Saviour, bless us ere we go : 
Thy word into our minds instil ; 
And make our lukewarm hearts to glow 

With lowly love and fervent will. 
Through life's long day and death's dark 
night, 

O gentle Jesus, be our light. 

2 The day is gone, its hours have run. 

And thou hast taken count of all, 
The scanty triumphs grace hath won, 

The broken vow, the frequent fall. 
Through life's long day and death's dark 
night, 

O gentle Jesus, be our light. 

3 Grant us, dear Lord, from evil ways 

True absolution and release ; 
And bless us, more than in past days, 
With purity and inward peace. 



248 



SPECIAL SEASONS. 



Through life's long day and death's dark 
night, 

O gentle Jesus, be our light. 

4 Do more than pardon \ give us joy, 

Sweet fear, and sober liberty, 
And simple hearts without alloy 

That only long to be like thee. 
Through life's long day and death's dark 
night, 

O gentle Jesus, be our light. 

5 Labour is sweet, for thou hast toil'd ; 

And care is light, for thou hast cared ; 
Ah ! never let our works be soil'd 

With strife, or by deceit ensnared. 
Through life's long day and death's dark 
night, 

O gentle Jesus, be our light. 

6 For all we love, the poor, the sad, 

The sinful, unto thee we call ; 
O let thy mercy make us glad ; 

Thou art our Jesus, and our all. 
Through life's long day and death's dark 
night, 

O gentle Jesus, be our light. 



THE day is past and over : 
All thanks, O Lord, to thee ! 
I pray thee now that sinless 

The hours of dark may be. 
O Jesus, keep me in thy sight, 
And save me through the coming night ! 

2 The joys of day are over : 
I lift my heart to thee : 



331 



7s, 6s, & 8s. 




EVENING. 



249 



And ask that free from peril 

The hours of dark may be. 
O Jesus, make their darkness light, 
And guard me through the coming night ! 

3 Be thou my soul's Preserver, 

O God ! for thou dost know 
How many are the perils 

Through which I have to go. 
Lover of men, O hear my call. 
And guard and save me from them all ! 



GOD, who madest earth and heaven, 
Darkness and light ; 
Who the day for toil hast given, 

For rest the night \ 
May thine angel-guards defend us, 
Slumber sweet thy mercy send us, 
Holy dreams and hopes attend us, 
This livelong night. 

2 Guard us waking, guard us sleeping, 

And, when we die, 
May we in thy mighty keeping 

All peaceful lie : 
When the last dread call shall wake us, 
Do not thou, our God, forsake us, 
But to reign in glory take us 

With thee on high. 



HAIL, gladdening Light, of his pure glory 
pour'd 

Who is the immortal Father, heavenly, blest, 
Holiest of holies, Jesus Christ, our Lord. 



332 




333 



P. M. 

" The True Light." 



250 



SPECIAL SEASONS. 



2 Now we are come to the sun's hour of rest, 

The lights of evening round us shine, 
We hymn the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit 
divine. 

3 Worthiest art thou at all times to be sung 

With undefiled tongue, 
Son of our God, Giver of life, alone ; 
Therefore in all the world thy glories, Lord, 
they own. 

334 Six ios. 

TPHE day is gently sinking to a close, 

Fainter and yet more faint the sunlight 
glows : 

O Brightness of thy Father's glory, thou 
Eternal Light of light, be with us now : 
Where thou art present darkness cannot be : 
Midnight is glorious noon, O Lord, with thee. 

2 Our changeful lives are ebbing to an end, 
Onward to darkness and to death we tend : 

O Conqueror of the grave, be thou our Guide, 
Be thou our Light in death's dark eventide; 
Then in our mortal hour will be no gloom, 
No sting in death, no terror in the tomb. 

3 Thou, who in darkness walking didst appear 
Upon the waves, and thy disciples cheer, 
Come, Lord, in lonesome days, when storms 

assail, 

And earthly hopes and human succours fail : 
When all is dark may we behold thee nigh, 
And hear thy voice — " Fear not, for it is I." 

4 The weary world is mouldering to decay, 
Its glories wane, its pageants fade away ; 



EVENING. 



In that last sunset when the stars shall fall, 
May we arise awaken' d by thy call, 
With thee, O Lord, for ever to abide 
In that blest day which has no eventide. 

335 Six 7 s. 

Saturday Evening. 

SAFELY through another week, 
God has brought us on our way ; 
Let us now a blessing seek 

On th' approaching holy day ; 
Day of all the week the best, 
Emblem of eternal rest ! 

2 Mercies multiplied each hour 

Through the week our praise demand ; 
Guarded by almighty pow'r, 

Fed and guided by his hand : 
Though ungrateful we have been, 
And repaying love with sin. 

3 While we pray for pard'ning grace, 

Through the dear Redeemer's Name, 
Show thy reconciled face, 

Drive away our sin and shame; 
From our worldly cares set free, 
May we rest this night with thee. 

4 When the morn shall bid us rise, 

May we feel thy presence near ; 
May thy glory meet our eyes, 

When we in thy house appear : 
There afford us, Lord, a taste 
Of our everlasting feast. 

5 May thy Gospel's joyful sound 

Conquer sinners, comfort saints; 



252 



SPECIAL SEASONS. 



Make the fruits of grace abound, 



Bring relief for all complaints ; 
Such the days of rest we love, 
Till we join the Church above. 



336 



L. M. 



Sunday Evening. 



LORD, when this holy morning broke 
O'er island, continent, and deep, 
Thy far-spread family awoke, 

All round the world, the feast to keep. 

2 From east to west the sun survey' d, 

From north to south, adoring throngs ; 
And still where evening stretch' d her shade, 
And stars came forth, were heard their songs. 

3' And not a prayer, a tear, a sigh, 

Hath fail'd this day some suit to gain ; 
To hearts in trouble thou wast nigh, 
Nor one hath sought thy face in vain. 

4 The poor in spirit thou hast fed, 

Thy chasten' d ones have kiss'd the rod, 
The mourner thou hast comforted, 

The pure in heart have seen their God. 



Proclaims the morn's approaching ray: 
So Christ the Lord renews his call, 
To endless life awakening all. 



337 



L. M. 



THE SEVEN HOURS. 



Before Dawn. 




EVENING. 



253 



2 "Take up thy bed," to each he cries, 
Who sick, or wrapp'd in slumber, lies : 
"Be chaste, and, living soberly, 
Watch ye ! for I the Lord am nigh." 

3 With earnest cry, with tearful care, 
Call we the Lord to hear our prayer; 
While supplication, pure and deep, 
Forbids each chasten' d heart to sleep. 

First Hour. 

1 Dawn purples all the east with light ; 
Day o'er the earth is gliding bright; 
Morn's sparkling rays their course begin; 
Farewell to darkness and to sin ! 

2 Each evil dream of night, depart, 
Each thought of guilt, forsake the heart ! 
Let every ill that darkness brought 
Beneath its shade, now come to naught ! 

3 So that last morning, dread and great, 
Which we with trembling hope await, 
With blessed light for us shall glow, 
Who chant the song we learnt below. 

Third Hour. 

1 Come, Holy Ghost, with God the Son, 
And God the Father, ever One ; 

Shed forth thy grace within our breast, 
And dwell with us, a ready Guest. 

2 By every power, by heart and tongue, 
By act and deed, thy praise be sung; 
Inflame with perfect love each sense, 
That others' souls may kindle thence. 



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SPECIAL SEASONS. 



3 O Father, that we ask be done, 

Through Jesus Christ, thine only Son ; 
Who, with the Holy Ghost and thee, 
Shall live and reign eternally. 

Sixth Hour, 

1 O God of truth, O Lord of might, 
Who, ordering time and change aright, 
Sendest the early morning ray, 
Kindling the glow of perfect day, 

2 Extinguish thou each sinful fire, 
And banish every ill desire : 
And, keeping all the body whole, 
Shed forth thy peace upon the soul. 

3 O Father, that we ask be done, 
Through Jesus Christ, thine only Son ; 
Who, with the Holy Ghost and thee, 
Shall live and reign eternally. 

Ninth Hour. 

1 O God ! creation's secret force, 
Thyself unmoved, all motion's source, 
Who, from the morn till evening's ray, 
Through all its changes guidest the day, 

2 Grant us, when this, short life is past, 
The glorious evening that shall last ; 
That, by a holy death attain' d, 
Eternal glory may be gain'd. 

3 O Father, that we ask be done, 
Through Jesus Christ, thine only Son ; 
Who, with the Holy Ghost and thee, 
Shall live and reign eternally. 



EVENING. 255 

C. M. 

Sunset 

1 As now the sun's declining rays 

Towards the eve descend, 
E'en so our years are sinking down 
To their appointed end. 

2 Lord, on the Cross thine arms were stretch'd, 

To draw thy people nigh ; 
O grant us then that Cross to love, 
And in those arms to die. 

3 To God the Father, God the Son, 

And God the Holy Ghost, 
All glory be from saints on earth, 
And from the angel host. 

L. M. 

Night Watch. 

1 Before the ending of the day, 
Creator of the world, we pray, 
That with thy wonted favour, thou 
Wouldst be our Guard and Keeper now. 

2 From all ill dreams defend our sight, 
From fears and terrors of the night ; 
Withhold from us our ghostly foe, 
That spot of sin we may not know. 

3 O Father, that we ask be done, 
Through Jesus Christ, thine only Son ; 
Who, with the Holy Ghost and thee, 
Doth live and reign eternally. 



256 THE HOLY SCRIPTURES. 



VU1.—THE HOLY SCRIPTURES. 

338 c. m. 

From the xv. Psalm. 

GOD'S perfect law converts the soul, 
Reclaims from false desires ; 
With sacred wisdom his sure word 
The ignorant inspires. 

2 The statutes of the Lord are just, 

And bring sincere delight ; 
His pure commands, in search of truth, 
Assist the feeblest sight. 

3 His perfect worship here is fix'd, 

On sure foundations laid ; 
His equal laws are in the scales 
Of truth and justice weigh' d; 

4 Of more esteem than golden mines, 

Or gold refined with skill ; 
More sweet than honey, or the drops 
That from the comb distil. 

5 My trusty counsellors they are, 

And friendly warning give : 
Divine rewards attend on those 
Who by thy precepts live. 

339 c. M. 

From the cxix. Psalm. 

INSTRUCT me in thy statutes, Lord, 
J- Thy righteous paths display; 
And I from them, through all my life, 
Will never go astray. 



THE HOLY SCRIPTURES. 



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2 If thou true wisdom from above 

Wilt graciously impart, 
To keep thy perfect laws I will 
Devote my zealous heart. 

3 Direct me in the sacred ways 

To which thy precepts lead ; 
Because my chief delight has been 
Thy righteous paths to tread. 

4 Do thou to thy most just commands 

Incline my willing heart ; 
Let no desire of worldly wealth 
From thee my thoughts divert. 

340 c. m. 

From the cxix. Psalm. 

THY word is to my feet a lamp, 
The way of truth to show ; 
A watch-light, to point out the path 
In which I ought to go. 

2 I've vow'd — and from my covenant, Lord, 

Will never start aside — 
That in thy righteous judgments I 
Will steadfastly abide. 

3 Let still my sacrifice of praise 

With thee acceptance find ; 
And in thy righteous judgments, Lord, 
Instruct my willing mind. 

4 Thy testimonies I have made 

My heritage and choice ; 
For they, when other comforts fail, 
My drooping heart rejoice. 

5 My heart with early zeal began 

Thy statutes to obey ; 
17 



258 



THE HOLY SCRIPTURES. 



And, till my course of life is done, 
Shall keep thine upright way. 

341 cm. 

FATHER of mercies ! in thy word 
What endless glory shines ! 
For ever be thy Name adored 
For these celestial lines. 

2 Here the Redeemer's welcome voice 

Spreads heavenly peace around ; 
And life and everlasting joys 
Attend the blissful sound. 

3 O may these heavenly pages be 

My ever dear delight ; 
And still new beauties may I see, 
And still increasing light. 

4 Divine Instructor, gracious Lord, 

Be thou for ever near ; 
Teach me to love thy sacred word, 
And view my Saviour there. 

342 L. m. 

THE heavens declare thy glory, Lord, 
In every star thy wisdom shines ; 
But when our eyes behold thy word, 
We read thy name in fairer lines. 

2 The rolling sun, tlie changing light, 

And nights and days thy pow'r confess ; 
But the blest volume thou hast writ 
Reveals thy justice and thy grace. 

3 Sun, moon, and stars convey thy praise 

Round the whole earth, and never stand 
So when thy truth began its race, 

It touch' d and glanced on ev'ry land. 



THE HOLY SCRIPTURES. 



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4 Nor will thy spreading Gospel rest, 

'Till through the world thy truth has run; 
'Till Christ has all the nations blest, 
That see the light, or feel the sun. 

5 Great Sun of Righteousness, arise ; 

Bless the dark world with heav'nly light ; 
Thy Gospel makes the simple wise, 

Thy laws are pure, thy judgments right. 

6 Thy noblest wonders here we view, 

In souls renew' d and sins forgiven : 
Lord, cleanse my sins, my soul renew, 
And make thy word my guide to heaven. 



GLORY gilds the sacred page, 



It gives a light to every age : 
It gives, but borrows none. 

2 The Hand that gave it still supplies 

The gracious light and heat : 
His truths upon the nations rise ; 
They rise, but never set. 

3 Let everlasting thanks be thine, 

For such a bright display, 
As makes a world of darkness shine 
With beams of heavenly day. 

4 My soul rejoices to pursue 

The steps of him I love, 
Till glory break upon my view 
In brighter worlds above. 



343 



C. M. 




260 



THE HOLY SCRIPTURES. 



344 s. m. 

BEHOLD, the morning sun 
Begins his glorious way ! 
His beams through all the nations run, 
And life and light convey. 

2 But where the Gospel comes, 

It spreads diviner light ; 
It calls dead sinners from their tombs, 
And gives the blind their sight. 

3 My gracious God, how plain 

Are thy directions given ! 
O may we never read in vain, 
But find the path to heaven. 

4 I hear thy word with love, 

And I would fain obey ; 
Send thy good Spirit from above, 
To guide me, lest I stray. 

345 c. m. 

" The invisible things of him from the creation of the world are clearly- 
seen, being understood by the things that are made/' 

THERE is a book, who runs may read, 
Which heavenly truth imparts, 
And all the lore its scholars need, 
Pure eyes and Christian hearts. 

2 The works of God; above, below, 

Within us and around, 
Are pages in that book to show 
How God himself is found. 

3 The glorious sky, embracing all, 

Is like the Maker's love, 
Wherewith encompass' d, great and small 
In peace and order move. 



THE HOLY SCRIPTURES. 



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4 The moon above, the Church below, 

A wondrous race they run ; 
But all their radiance, all their glow, 
Each borrows of its Sun. 

5 The Saviour lends the light and heat 

That crowns his holy hill ; 
The saints, like stars, around his seat 
Perform their courses still. 

6 Thou, who hast given me eyes to see 

And love this sight so fair, 
Give me a heart to find out thee, 
And read thee everywhere. 



OWORD of God incarnate, 
O wisdom from on high, 
O truth unchanged, unchanging, 

O Light of our dark sky ! 
We praise thee for the radiance 
That from the hallow' d page, 
A lantern to our footsteps, 
Shines on from age to age. 

2 The Church from her dear Master 

Received the gift divine, 
And still that light she lifteth 

O'er all the earth to shine. 
It is the golden casket 

Where gems of truth are stored, 
It is the heaven-drawn picture 

Of Christ the living Word. 

3 It floateth like a banner 

Before God's host unfurl'd, 
It shineth like a beacon 
Above the darkling world ; 



346 



7s & 6s. 



262 



REDEMPTION. 



It is the chart and compass 

That o'er life's surging sea, 
'Mid mists, and rocks, and quicksands, 
Still guide, O Christ, to thee. 

4 O make thy Church, dear Saviour, 

A lamp of burnish' d gold, 
To bear before the nations 

Thy true light as of old ; 
O teach thy wandering pilgrims 

By this their path to trace, 
Till, clouds and darkness ended, 

They see thee face to face. 



IK.— REDEMPTION. 

347 c. m. 

SALVATION ! O the joyful sound, 
Glad tidings to our ears ; 
A sovereign balm for every wound, 
A cordial for our fears. 

2 Salvation ! Buried once in sin, 

At hell's dark door we lay ; 
But now we rise^by grace divine, 
And see a heavenly day. 

3 Salvation ! Let the echo fly 

The spacious earth around ; 
While all the armies of the sky 
Conspire to raise the sound. 

4 Salvation ! O thou bleeding Lamb, 

To thee the praise belongs : 



REDEMPTION. 



263 



Our hearts shall kindle at thy Name, 
Thy Name inspire our songs. 

[Chorus for the end of each verse. ~\ 

Glory, honour, praise, and power 
Be unto the Lamb for ever ! 
Jesus Christ is our Redeemer ! 
Hallelujah, praise the Lord ! 

348 l- m. 

ALL glorious God, what hymn of praise 
Shall our transported voices raise ! 
What ardent love and zeal are due, 
While heaven stands open to our view ! 

2 Once we were fallen, and O how low ! 
Just on the brink of endless woe : 
When Jesus, from the realms above, 
Borne on the wings of boundless love, 

3 Scatter' d the shades of death and night, 
And spread around his heavenly light : 
By him what wondrous grace is shown 
To souls impoverish' d and undone ! 

4 He shows, beyond these mortal shores, 
A bright inheritance as ours ; 
Where saints in light our coming wait 
To share their holy, happy state. 

349 c. M. 

TO our Redeemer's glorious Name 
Awake the sacred song ; 
O may his love (immortal flame !) 
Tune every heart and tongue. 



\ 



264 



REDEMPTION. 



2 His love, what mortal thought can reach, 

What mortal tongue display ! 
Imagination's utmost stretch 
In wonder dies away. 

3 He left his radiant throne on high, 

Left the bright realms of bliss, 
And came to earth to bleed and die : 
Was ever love like this ? 

4 Dear Lord, while we adoring pay. 

Our humble thanks to thee, 
May every heart with rapture say, 
" The Saviour died for me. 5 1 

5 O may the sweet, the blissful theme, 

Fill every heart and tongue ; 
Till strangers love thy charming Name, 
And join the sacred song. 

350 Ss & 7 s. 

SAVIOUR, source of every blessing, 
Tune my heart to grateful lays : 
Streams of mercy, never ceasing, 
Call for ceaseless songs of praise. 

2 Teach me some melodious measure, 

Sung by raptured saints above ; 
Fill my soul with sacred pleasure, 
While I sing redeeming love. 

3 Thou didst seek me when a stranger, 

Wandering from the fold of God ; 
Thou to save my soul from danger, 
Didst redeem me with thy blood. 

4 By thy hand restored, defended, 

Safe through life thus far I've come; 



REDEMPTION. 



Safe, O Lord, when life is ended, 
Bring me to my heavenly home 

351 7s. 

SING, my soul, his wondrous love, 
Who, from yon bright throne above, 
Ever watchful o'er our race, 
Still to man extends his grace. 

2 Heaven and earth by him were made, 
All is by his sceptre sway'd ; 

What are we that he should show 
So much love to us below? 

3 God, the merciful and good, 
Bought us with the Saviour's blood ; 
And, to make our safety sure, 
Guides us by his Spirit pure. 

4 Sing, my soul, adore his Name, 
Let his glory be thy theme : 
Praise him till he calls thee home, 
Trust his love for all to come. 

352 s. m. 

GRACE ! 'tis a charming sound, 
Harmonious to the ear ; 
Heaven with the echo shall resound, 
And all the earth shall hear. 

2 Grace first contrived a way 

To save rebellious man, 
And all the means that grace display 
Which drew the wondrous plan. 

3 Grace guides my wandering feet 

To tread the heavenly road ; 
And new supplies each hour I meet 
While pressing on to God. 



266 



REDEMPTION. 



4 Grace all the work shall crown 
Through everlasting days ; 
It lays in heaven the topmost stone, 
And well deserves the praise. 



353 



Six 8s. 



PEACE, troubled soul, whose plaintive moan 
Hath taught each scene the note of woe ; 
Cease thy complaint, suppress thy groan, 

And let thy tears forget to flow : 
Behold, the precious balm is found, 
To lull thy pain and heal thy wound. 

2 Come, freely come, by sin opprest, 

On Jesus cast thy weighty load ; 
In him thy refuge find, thy rest, 

Safe in the mercy of thy God : 
Thy God's thy Saviour, glorious word ; 
O hear, believe, and bless the Lord. 



HE'S blest, whose sins have pardon gain'd, 
No more in judgment to appear, 
Whose guilt remission has obtain' d, 
And whose repentance is sincere. 

2 No sooner I my wounpl disclosed, 

The guilt that tortured me within, 
But thy forgiveness interposed, 

And mercy's healing balm pour'd in. 

3 Sorrows on sorrows multiplied, 

The harden' d sinner shall confound; 
But them who in his truth confide, 
Blessings of mercy shall surround. 



354 



L. M. 



From the xxxii. Psalm. 



REDEMPTION. 



267 



4 His saints that have perform' d his laws, 
Their life in triumph shall employ \ 
Let them, as they alone have cause, 
In grateful raptures shout for joy. 

355 S. M. 

ALL ye who seek for sure relief 
In trouble and distress, 
Whatever sorrow vex the mind, 
Or guilt the soul oppress : 

2 Jesus, who gave himself for you, 

Upon the Cross to die, 
Opens to you his sacred heart : 
O to that heart draw nigh. 

3 Ye hear how kindly he invites ; 

Ye hear his words so blest : 
"All ye that labour come to me, 
And I will give you rest. ' 1 

4 O Jesus, joy of saints on high, 

Thou hope of sinners here, 
Attracted by those loving words, 
To thee I lift my prayer. 

5 Wash thou my wounds in that dear blood 

Which forth from thee doth flow ; 
New grace, new hope inspire ; a new 
And better heart bestow. 

356 l. m. 

Job ix. 30-33. 

AH, not like erring man is God, 
That men to answer him should dare ; 
Condemn' d, and into silence awed, 
They helpless stand before his bar. 



268 



REDEMPTION. 



2 There must a Mediator plead, 

Who, God and man, may both embrace ; 
With God for man to intercede, 

And offer man the purchased grace. 

3 And lo ! the Son of God is slain 

To be this Mediator crown' d : 
In him, my soul, be cleansed from stain, 
In him thy righteousness be found. 

357 8s & 6s. 

O COULD we speak the matchless worth, 
O could we sound the glories forth, 
Which in our Saviour shine, 
We'd soar, and touch the heavenly strings, 
And vie with Gabriel, while he sings 
In notes almost divine. 

2 We'd sing the characters he bears, 
And all the forms of love he wears, 

Exalted on his throne : 
In loftiest songs of sweetest praise, 
We would, to everlasting days, 

Make all his glories known. 

3 O the delightful day will come, 

When Christ our Lord will bring us home, 

And we shall see his face ; 
Then, with our Saviour, Brother, Friend, 
A blest eternity weTl spend, 

Triumphant in his grace. 

358 8s, 7s, & 4S. 

COME, ye sinners, poor and needy, 
Weak and wounded, sick and sore : 
Jesus ready stands to save you, 
And his heart with love runs o'er; 



REDEMPTION. 



He is able, 
He is willing : doubt no more. 

2 Come, ye needy, come and welcome, 

God's free bounty glorify; 
True belief and true repentance, 
Every grace that brings you nigh, 

Without money, 
Come to Jesus Christ and buy. 

3 Come, ye weary, heavy-laden, 

Lost and ruin'd by the fall, 
If you tarry till you're better, 
You will never come at all : 

Not the righteous, 
Sinners Jesus came to call. 

4 Agonizing in the garden, 

Your Redeemer prostrate lies ; 
On the bloody tree behold him ! 
Hear him cry, before he dies, 

"It is finish'd !" 
Sinners, will not this suffice ? 

5 Lo ! th' incarnate God, ascending, 

Pleads the merit of his blood ; 
Venture on him — venture wholly, 
Let no other trust intrude > 

None but Jesus 
Can do helpless sinners good. 

6 Saints and angels, join'd in concert, 

Sing the praises of the Lamb ; 
While the blissful courts of heaven 
Sweetly echo with his name ; 

Hallelujah ! 
Sinners here may sing the same. 



270 



REDEMPTION. 



359 s. m. 

Job ix. 2-6. 

AH, how shall fallen man 
Be just before his God ! 
If he contend in righteousness, 
We sink beneath his rod. 

2 If he our ways should mark, 

With strict inquiring eyes, 
Could we for one of thousand faults 
A just excuse devise ? 

3 All-seeing, powerful God ! 

Who can with thee contend ? 
Or who that tries th' unequal strife, 
Shall prosper in the end ? 

4 The mountains, in thy wrath, 

Their ancient seats forsake : 
The trembling earth deserts her place, 
Her rooted pillars shake : 

5 Ah, how shall guilty man 

Contend with such a God ? 
None, none can meet him, and escape, 
But through the Saviour's blood. 

360 c. m. 

THERE is a fountain mTd with blood 
Drawn from Emmanuel's veins; 
And sinners plunged beneath that flood 
Lose all their guilty stains. 

2 The dying thief rejoiced to see 
That fountain in his day ; 
And there may I, as vile as he, 
Wash all my sins away. 



REDEMPTION. 



271 



3 Dear, dying Lamb, thy precious blood 

Shall never lose its power, 
Till all the ransom' d Church of God 
Be saved, to sin no more. 

4 E'er since, by faith, I saw the stream 

Thy flowing wounds supply, 
Redeeming love has been my theme, 
And shall be till I die. 

5 Then in a nobler, sweeter song, 

I'll sing thy power to save, 
When this poor, lisping, stammering tongue 
Lies silent in the grave. 



Cries, Escape to the mountain ; 
For Adam's lost race 

Christ hath opened a fountain : 
For sin and uncleanness 

And every transgression, 
His blood flows most freely 
In streams of salvation. 

Hallelujah to the Lamb 

Who hath bought us our pardon ; 
We'll praise him again 

When we pass over Jordan. 

2 Ye souls that are wounded, 
To Jesus repair ; 
He calls you in mercy, 

And can you forbear ? 
Though your sins be as scarlet, 

Still flee to the mountain, 
That blood can remove them 

Which streams from this fountain. 
Hallelujah, &c. 



361 



P. M. 




272 



REDEMPTION. 



3 O Jesus ! ride onward, 

Triumphantly glorious ; 
O'er sin, death, and hell 

Thou'rt more than victorious; 
Thy Name is the theme 

Of the great congregation, 
While angels and saints 

Raise the shout of salvation. 



4 With joy shall we stand 

When escaped to that shore \ 
With our harps in our hand 

We will praise him the more ; 
We'll range the sweet fields 

On the banks of the river, 
And sing of salvation 

For ever and ever. 



WHEN wounded sore, the stricken soul 
Lies bleeding and unbound, 
One only hand, a pierced hand, 
Can heal the sinner's wound. 

2 When sorrow smites the laden heart, 

And tears of anguish flow, 
One only heart, a broken heart, 
Can feel the sinner's woe. 

3 When penitence has wept in vain 

Over some foul, dark spot, 
One only stream, a stream of blood, 
Can wash away the blot. 

4 'Tis Jesus' blood that washes white, 

His hand that brings relief, 



Hallelujah, &c. 



Hallelujah, &c. 



362 



C. M. 




REPENTANCE. 



273 



His heart that's touch'd with all our joys, 
And feeleth for our grief. 

5 Lift up thy bleeding hand, O Lord ! 
Unseal that cleansing tide : 
We have no shelter from our sin 
But in thy wounded side. 



363 c. m. 

OW to the Lamb that once was slain 
Be endless blessings paid ; 
Salvation, glory, joy remain 
For ever on his head ! 



N' 



2 Thou hast redeem' d our souls with blood, 
Hast set the prisoners free, 
Hast made us kings and priests to God, 
And we shall reign with thee. 



X. — THE CHRISTIAN LIFE. 
REPENTANCE. 

364 L- m. 

OTHOU that hear' st when sinners cry, 
Though all my crimes before thee lie, 
Behold them not with angry look, 
But blot their memory from thy book. 

2 Create my nature pure within, 
And form my soul averse to sin : 
Let thy good Spirit ne'er depart, 
Nor hide thy presence from my heart. 

18 



274 



THE CHRISTIAN LIFE. 



3 I cannot live without thy light, 

Cast out and banish'd from thy sight: 
Thy holy joys, my God, restore, 
And guard me that I fall no more. 

4 A broken heart, my God, my King, 
Is all the sacrifice I bring; 

The God of grace will ne'er despise 
A broken heart for sacrifice. 

5 O may thy love inspire my tongue ! 
Salvation shall be all my song : 
And all my powers shall join to bless 
The Lord, my strength and righteousness. 

365 l m. 

STAY, thou long-suffering Spirit, stay, 
Though I have done thee such despite ; 
Nor cast the sinner quite away, 
Nor take thine everlasting flight. 

2 Though I have most unfaithful been, 

And long in vain thy grace received ; 
Ten thousand times thy goodness seen, 
Ten thousand times thy goodness grieved ; 

3 Yet O the mourning sinner spare, 

In honour of my great High-priest ; 
Nor in thy righteous anger swear 

T' exclude me from thy people's rest. 

4 My weary soul, O God, release ; 

Uphold me with thy gracious hand ; 
Guide me into thy perfect peace, 
And bring me to the promised land. 



REPENTANCE. 



275 



366 L M 

OTHAT my load of sin were gone, 
O that I could at last submit 
At Jesus' feet to lay it down, 
To lay my soul at Jesus' feet ! 

2 Rest for my soul I long to find ; 

Saviour of all, if mine thou art, 
Give me thy meek and lowly mind, 
And stamp thine image on my heart. 

3 Break off the yoke of inbred sin, 

And fully set my spirit free ; 
I cannot rest till pure within, 
Till I am wholly lost in thee. 

4 Fain would I learn of thee, my God ; 

The light and easy burden prove, 
The cross, all stain' d with hallow' d blood, 
The labour of thy dying love. 

5 I would, but thou must give the power, 

My heart from every sin release ; 
Bring near, bring near the joyful hour, 
And fill me with thy perfect peace. 

367 l. m. 

SHOW pity, Lord ; O Lord, forgive ; 
Let a repenting rebel live : 
Are not thy mercies large and free ? 
May not a sinner trust in thee ? 

2 My crimes are great, but can't surpass 
The power and glory of thy grace ; 
Great God, thy nature hath no bound ; 
So let thy pard'ning love be found. 



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THE CHRISTIAN LIFE, 



3 O wash my soul from every sin, 

And make my guilty conscience clean ; 
Here on my heart the burden lies, 
And past offences pain mine eyes. 

4 My lips with shame my sins confess, 
Against thy law, against thy grace ; 
And should thy judgments grow severe, 
I am condemn' d, but thou art clear. 

5 Yet save the trembling sinner, Lord, 
Whose hope, still hov'ring round thy word, 
Would light on some sweet promise there, 
Some sure support against despair. 



368 c. m. 

O JESUS, Saviour of the lost, 
My Rock and 1 Hiding-place, 
By storms of sin and sorrow tost, 
I seek thy sheltering grace. 

2 Guilty, forgive me, Lord ! I cry ; 

Pursued by foes, I come ; 
A sinner, save me, or I die ; 
An outcast, take me home. 

3 Once safe in thine almighty arms, 

Let storms come on amain ; 
There danger never, never harms ; 
There death itself is gain. 

4 And when I stand before thy throne, 

And all thy glory see, 
Still be my righteousness alone 
To hide myself in thee. 



FAITH. 



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FAITH. 

369 p. m. 

MOUNTAIN fastness is our God, 
On which our souls are planted : 
And though the fierce foe rage abroad. 
Our hearts are nothing daunted. 
What though he beset, 
With weapon and net, 
Array'd in death-strife? 
In God are help and life : 
He is our sword and armour. 

2 By our own might we naught can do ; 
To trust it were sure losing ; 

For us must fight the Right and True, 
The Man of God's own choosing. 
Dost ask for his name ? 
Christ Jesus we claim ; 
The Lord God of hosts; 
The only God : vain boasts 
Of others fall before him. 

3 What though the troops of Satan fill'd 
The world with hostile forces ? 

E'en then our fears should all be still' d : 
In God are our resources. 
The world and its king 
No terrors can bring : 
Their threats are no worth : 
Their doom is now gone forth : 
A single word can quell them. 

4 God's word through all shall have free sway, 
And ask no man's permission : 

The Spirit and his gifts convey 
Strength to defy perdition. 



278 



THE CHRISTIAN LIFE. 



The body to kill, 
Wife, children, at will, 
The wicked have power : 
Yet lasts it but an hour ! 
The kingdom's ours for ever ! 



The fears of guilt and woe : 
If God be for us, God the Lord, 
Who, who shall be our foe ? 

2 He who his only Son gave up 

To death, that we might live, 
Shall he not all things freely grant 
That boundless love can give ? 

3 Who now his people shall accuse ? 

'Tis God hath justified; 
Who now his people shall condemn ? 
The Lamb of God hath died. 

4 And he who died hath risen again, 

Triumphant from the grave ; 
At God's right hand for us he pleads, 
Omnipotent to save. 



ROCK of Ages, cleft for me, 
Let me hide myself in thee ; 
Let the water and the blood 
From thy side, a healing flood, 
Be of sin the double cure, 
Save from wrath, and make me pure. 

2 Should my tears for ever flow, 
Should my zeal no languor know, 



370 




LET triumphant faith dispel 



371 



Six 7s. 



FAITH. 



This for sin could not atone ; 
Thou must save, and thou alone ; 
In my hand no price I bring, 
Simply to thy Cross I cling. 

3 While I draw this fleeting breath, 
When mine eyelids close in death, 
When I rise to worlds unknown, 
And behold thee on thy throne, 
Rock of Ages, cleft for me, 
Let me hide myself in thee. 

372 c. m. 

FOR ever here my rest shall be, 
Close to thy bleeding side ; 
This all my hope and all my plea, 
" For me the Saviour died." 

My dying Saviour and my God, 

Fountain for guilt and sin ! 
Sprinkle me ever with thy blood, * 
And cleanse and keep me clean. 

Wash me, and make me thus thine own 

Wash me, and mine thou art ; 
Wash me, but not my feet alone — 
My hands, my head, my heart. 

Th' atonement of thy blood apply, 

Till faith to sight improve \ 
Till hope in full fruition die, 
And all my soul is love. 

373 c. m. 

HOW sweet the name of Jesus sounds 
T n a believer's ear ! 
It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds, 
And drives away his fear. 



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2 It makes the wounded spirit whole, 

And calms the troubled breast ; 
'Tis manna to the hungry soul, 
And for the weary rest. 

3 Dear Name, the Rock on which I build, 

My Shield and Hiding-place, 
My never-failing Treasury, filled 
With boundless stores of grace, 

4 By thee my prayers acceptance gain, 

Although by sin defiled ; 
Satan accuses me in vain, 
And I am own'd a child, 

5 Jesus ! my Shepherd, Guardian, Friend, 

My Prophet, Priest, and King, 
My Lord, my Life, my Way, my End, 
Accept the praise I bring. 

6 Weak is the effort of my heart, 

And cold my warmest thought : 
But when I see thee as thou art, 
I'll praise thee as I ought. 

7 Till then, I would thy love proclaim 

With every fleeting breath ; 
And may the music of thy Name 
Refresh my soul in death. 

4 8s & 6s. 

JUST as I am, without one plea, 
But that thy blood was shed for me, 
And that thou bid'st me come to thee, 
O Lamb of God, I come. 



FAITH. 



28 



2 Just as I am, and waiting not 
To rid my soul of one dark blot, 

To thee, whose blood can cleanse each spot, 
O Lamb of God, I come. 

3 Just as I am, though toss'd about 
With many a conflict, many a doubt, 
With fears within, and foes without, 

O Lamb of God, I come. 

4 Just as I am — poor, wretched, blind — 
Sight, riches, healing of the mind, 
Yea, all I need, in thee to find, 

O Lamb of God, I come. 

5 Just as I am, thou wilt receive, 

Wilt welcome, pardon, cleanse, relieve ; 
Because thy promise I believe, 

O Lamb of God, I come. 

6 Just as I am, thy love unknown 
Has broken every barrier down ; 
Now to be thine, yea, thine alone, 

O Lamb of God, I come. 

375 8s & 4 s. 

JESUS, my Saviour ! look on me, 
For I am weary and opprest ; 
I come to cast myself on thee : 
Thou art my Rest. 

2 Look down on me, for I am weak, 

I feel the toilsome journey's length; 
Thine aid omnipotent I seek : 

Thou art my Strength. 

3 I am bewilder' d on my way, 

Dark and tempestuous is the night ; 



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O send thou forth some cheering ray: 
Thou art my Light. 

4 When Satan flings his fiery darts, 

I look to thee ; my terrors cease ; 
Thy Cross a hiding-place imparts : 
Thou art my Peace. 

5 Standing alone on Jordan's brink, 

In that tremendous latest strife, 
Thou wilt not suffer me to sink : 
Thou art my Life. 

6 Thou wilt my every want supply, 

E'en to the end, whate'er befall; 
Through life, in death, eternally, 
Thou art my All. 



376 Eight 7 s. 

Christ our Refuge. 

JESUS, Saviour of my soul, 
Let me to thy bosom fly, 
While the waves of trouble roll, 

While the tempest still is high : 
Hide me, O my Saviour, hide, 
Till the storm of life is past ; 
Safe into the haven guide ; 
O receive my soul at last. 

2 Other refuge have I none, 

Hangs my helpless soul on thee : 
Leave, ah, leave me not alone, 

Still support and comfort me : 
All my trust on thee is stay'd, 

All my hope from thee I bring ; 
Cover my defenceless head 

With the shadow of thy wing. 



PRAYER. 



283 



377 us. 

HOW firm a foundation, ye saints of the 
Lord, 

Is laid for your faith in his excellent word ! 
What more can he say than to you he hath said, 
You who unto Jesus for refuge have fled ? 

2 Fear not, I am with thee, O be not dismay' d, 
I, I am thy God, and will still give thee aid ; 
I'll strengthen thee, help thee, and cause thee to 

stand, 

Upheld by my righteous, omnipotent hand. 

3 When through the deep waters I call thee to go, 
The rivers of woe shall not thee overflow 3 

For I will be with thee, thy troubles to bless, 
And sanctify to thee thy deepest distress. 

4 When through fiery trials thy pathway shall lie, 
My grace, all-sufficient, shall be thy supply ; 
The flame shall not hurt thee ; I only design 
Thy dross to consume, and thy gold to refine. 

5 The soul that to Jesus hath fled for repose, 
I will not, I will not desert to his foes ; 

That soul, though all hell shall endeavour to 
shake, 

I'll never — no, never — no, never forsake. 
PRAYER. 

378 c. m. 

APPROiVCH, my soul, the mercy-seat, 
Where Jesus answers prayer ; 
There humbly fall before his feet, 
For none can perish there. 



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2 Thy promise is my only plea, 

With this I venture nigh ; 
Thou callest burden' d souls to thee, 
And such, O Lord, am I. 

3 Bow'd down beneath a load of sin, 

By Satan sorely press' d, 
By war without, and fear within, 
I come to thee for rest. 

4 Be thou my Shield and Hiding-place 

That, shelter' d near thy side, 
I may my fierce accuser face, 

And tell him, " Thou hast died !" 

379 c. m. 

LORD, teach us now to pray aright, 
With reverence and with fear : 
Though dust and ashes in thy sight, 
We may, we must, draw near. 

2 Give deep humility ; the sense 

Of godly sorrow give ; 
A strong desiring confidence 
To hear thy voice and live ; 

3 Patience, to watch* and wait, and weep, 

Though mercy long delay ; 
Courage, our fainting souls to keep, 
And trust thee, though thou slay. 

4 Give these, and then thy will be done ; 

Thus, strengthen' d with all might, 
We, by the Spirit of thy Son, 
Shall pray, and pray aright. 



PRAYER. 



2 



380 7s. 

COME, my soul, thy suit prepare, 
Jesus loves to answer prayer ; 
He himself has bid thee pray, 
Therefore will not say thee nay. 

2 Thou art coming to a King, 
Large petitions with thee bring ; 
For his grace and power are such, 
None can ever ask too much. 

3 With my burden I begin : 
Lord, remove this load of sin ; 
Let thy blood, for sinners spilt, 
Set my conscience free from guilt. 

4 Lord, I come to thee for rest, 
Take possession of my breast ; 

There thy blood-bought right maintain, 
And without a rival reign. 

5 While I am a pilgrim here, 
Let thy love my spirit cheer ; 

As my Guide, my Guard, my Friend, 
Lead me to my journey's end. 

6 Show me what I have to do, 
Every hour my strength renew; 
Let me live a life of faith, 

Let me die thy people's death. 

381 L - M - 

FROM every stormy wind that blows, 
From every swelling tide of woes, 
There is a calm, a sure retreat ; 
'Tis found beneath the mercy-seat. 



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2 There is a place where Jesus sheds 
The oil of gladness on our heads — 
A place than all besides more sweet ; 
It is the blood-bought mercy-seat. 

3 There is a scene where spirits blend, 
Where friend holds fellowship with friend ; 
Though sunder' d far, by faith they meet 
Around one common mercy-seat. 

4 There, there, on eagles' wings we soar, 
And sense and sin molest no more ; 

And heaven comes down our souls to greet, 
While glory crowns the mercy-seat. 

382 c. m. 

" And he said, I will not let thee go, except thou bless me." 

SHEPHERD divine, our wants relieve, 
In this our evil day : 
To all thy tempted followers give 
The power to watch and pray. 

2 Long as our fiery trials last, 

Long as the cross we bear, 
O let our souls on thee be cast 
In never-ceasing prayer. 

3 The Spirit's interceding grace 

Give us the faith to claim • 
To wrestle till we, see thy face, 
And know thy hidden Name. 

4 Till thou thy perfect love impart, 

Till thou thyself bestow, 
Be this the cry of every heart, 
(i I will not let thee go : 

5 "I will not let thee go, unless 

Thou tell thy Name to me ; 



PRAYER. 



With all thy great salvation bless, 
And make me all like thee." 

383 c. m. 

T3RAYER is the soul's sincere desire 

Utter'd or unexpress'd ; 
The motion of a hidden fire 
That trembles in the breast. 

2 Prayer is the burden of a sigh, 

The falling of a tear ; 
The upward glancing of an eye 
When none but God is near. 

3 Prayer is the simplest form of speech 

That infant lips can try ; 
Prayer, the sublimest strains that reach 
The Majesty on high. 

4 Prayer is the Christian's vital breath, 

The Christian's native air, 
The watchword at the gates of death ; 
He enters heaven with prayer. 

5 Prayer is the contrite sinner's voice, 

Returning from his ways ; 
While angels in their songs rejoice, 
And cry, " Behold, he prays !" 

6 In prayer, on earth, the saints are one ; 

They're one in word and mind, 
When with the Father and the Son 
Sweet fellowship they find. 

7 O thou, by whom we come to God, 

The Life, the Truth, the Way, 
The path of prayer thyself hast trod ; 
Lord, teach us how to pray. 



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PRAISE. 

384 L- m. 

From the lxv. Psalm. 

FOR thee, O God, our constant praise 
In Sion waits, thy chosen seat ; 
Our promised altars there we'll raise, 
And all our zealous vows complete. 

2 Thou, who to every humble prayer 

Dost always bend thy listening ear, 
To thee shall all mankind repair, 
And at thy gracious throne appear. 

3 Our sins, though numberless, in vain 

To stop thy flowing mercy try ; 
Whilst thou o'erlook'st the guilty stain, 
And washest out the crimson dye. 

4 Bless' d is the man who, near thee placed, 

Within thy sacred dwelling lives ! 
'Tis there abundantly we taste 

The vast delights thy temple gives. 



385 5s & 6s. 

From the cxlix. Psalm. 

O PRAISE ye the Lord, 
Prepare your glad voice 
His praise in die great 

Assembly to sing : 
In their great Creator 

Let Israel rejoice ; 
And children of Sion 
Be glad in their King. 

2 Let them his great Name 
Extol in their songs, 



PRAISE. 



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With hearts well attuned 

His praises express \ 
Who always takes pleasure 

To hear their glad tongues, 
And waits with salvation 
The humble to bless. 

3 With glory adorn'd, 
His people shall sing 
To God, who their heads 

With safety doth shield ; 
Such honour and triumph 
His favour shall bring : 
O therefore for ever 

All praise to him yield ! 

386 7s. 

From the cvii. Psalm. 

MAGNIFY Jehovah's Name; 
For his mercies ever sure, 
From eternity the same, 
To eternity endure. 

2 Let his ransom' d flock rejoice, 

Gather' d out of every land, 
As the people of his choice, 

Pluck' d from the destroyer's hand. 

3 In the wilderness astray, 

In the lonely waste they roam, 
Hungry, fainting by the way, 
Far from refuge, shelter, home : 

4 To the Lord their God they cry ; 

He inclines a gracious ear, 
Sends deliverance from on high, 
Rescues them from all their fear. 

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5 Them to pleasant lands he brings, 

Where the vine and olive grow ; 
Where from verdant hills, the springs 
Through luxuriant valleys flow. 

6 O that men would praise the Lord, 

For his goodness to their race ; 
For the wonders of his word, 
And the riches of his grace ! 

387 l. m. 

Psalm c. 

BEFORE Jehovah's awful throne, 
Ye nations, bow with sacred joy ; 
Know that the Lord is God alone ; 
He can create, and he destroy. 

2 His sovereign power, without our aid, 

Made us of clay, and form'd us men ; 
And when like wandering sheep we stray' d, 
He brought us to his fold again. 

3 We are his people, we his care, 

Our souls, and all our mortal frame ; 
What lasting honours shall we rear, 
Almighty Maker, to thy Name? 

4 We'll crowd thy gates with thankful songs, 

High as the heaven our voices raise ; 
And earth, with her ten thousand tongues, 
Shall fill thy courts with sounding praise. 

5 Wide as the world is thy command, 

Vast as eternity thy love ; 
Firm as a rock thy truth must stand, 
When rolling years shall cease to move. 



PRAISE. 



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388 l. m. 

From the civ. Psalm. 

BLESS God, my soul ; thou, Lord, alone 
Possessest empire without bounds, 
With honour thou art crown' d, thy throne 
Eternal majesty surrounds. 

2 With light thou dost thyself enrobe, 

And glory for a garment take ; 
. Heaven's curtains stretch beyond the globe, 
Thy canopy of state to make. 

3 God builds on liquid air, and forms 

His palace-chambers in the skies ; 
The clouds his chariots are, and storms 

The swift- wing' d steeds with which he flies. 

4 As bright as flame, as swift as wind, 

His ministers heaven's palace fill ; 
They have their sundry tasks assign' d, 
All prompt to do their sovereign's will. 

5 In praising God while he prolongs 

My breath, I will that breath employ 3 
And join devotion to my songs, 
Sincere, as in him is my joy. 

389 l. m. 

From the cl. Psalm. 

O PRAISE the Lord in that blest place 
From whence his goodness largely flows ; 
Praise him in heaven, where he his face, 
Unveil'd, in perfect glory shows. 

2 Praise him for all the mighty acts 
Which he in our behalf has done ; 
His kindness this return exacts, 

With which our praise should equal run. 



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3 Let the shrill trumpet's warlike voice 

Make rocks and hills his praise rebound ; 
Praise him with harp's melodious noise, 
And gentle psaltery's silver sound. 

4 Let them who joyful hymns compose, 

To cymbals set their songs of praise — 
To well-tuned cymbals, and to those 
That loudly sound on solemn days. 

5 Let all that vital breath enjoy, 

The breath he does to them afford, 
In just returns of praise employ : 
Let every creature praise the Lord ! 



Exalt your Maker's fame ; 
His praise your song employ 
Above the starry frame : 
Your voices raise, 
Ye cherubim 
And seraphim, 
To sing his praise. 

2 Thou moon, that rul'st the night, 

And sun, that guid'st the day, 
Ye glittering stars of light, 
To him your homage pay : 
His praise declare, 
Ye heavens above, 
And clouds that move 
In liquid air. 

3 Let them adore the Lord, 

And praise his holy Name, 



390 



6s & 4s. 



From the cxlviii. Psalm. 




PRAISE. 



293 



By whose almighty word 

They all from nothing came; 
And all shall last 
From changes free ; 
His firm decree 
Stands ever fast. 

391 c. m. 

From the xxxiv. Psalm. 

THROUGH all the changing scenes of life, 
In trouble and in joy, 
The praises of my God shall still 
My heart and tongue employ. 

2 Of his deliverance I will boast, 

Till all that are distress' d 
From my example comfort take, 
And charm their griefs to rest. 

3 O magnify the Lord with me, 

With me exalt his Name : 
When in distress to him I call'd, 
He to my rescue came. 

4 The angel of the Lord encamps 

Around the goool and just ; 
Deliverance he affords to all 
Who on his succour trust. 

5 O make but trial of his love, 

Experience will decide 
How blest they are, and only they, 
Who in his truth confide. 

6 Fear him, ye saints; and you will then 
! Have nothing else to fear ; 

Make you his service your delight, 
Your wants shall be his care. 



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392 



L. M. 



From the c. Psalm. 



T X JtTH one consent let all the earth 
* * To God their cheerful voices raise ; 

Glad homage pay with awful mirth, 
And sing before him songs of praise. 

2 Convinced that he is God alone, 

From whom both w r e and all proceed ; 
We, whom he chooses for his own, 
The flock that he vouchsafes to feed. 

3 O enter then his temple gate, 

Thence to his courts devoutly press ; 
And still your grateful hymns repeat, 
And still his Name with praises bless. 

4 For he's the Lord, supremely good, 

His mercy is for ever sure : 
His truth, which always firmly stood, 
To endless ages shall endure. 



OGOD, my heart is fix'd, 'tis bent, 
Its thankful tribute to present ; 
And, with my heart, my voice I'll raise 
To thee, my God, in songs of praise. 

2 Awake, my glory ; harp and lute, 
No longer let your strings be mute : 
And I, my tuneful part to take, 
Will with the early dawn awake. 

3 Thy praises, Lord, I will resound 
To all the listening nations round : 
Thy mercy highest heaven transcends, 
Thy truth beyond the clouds extends. 



393 



L. M. 



From the lvii. Psalm. 



PRAISE. 



4 Be thou, O God, exalted high ; 
And as thy glory fills the sky, 
So let it be on earth display' d, 
Till thou art here, as there, obey'd. 

394 s. m. 

From the ciii. Psalm. 

O BLESS the Lord, my soul, 
His grace to thee proclaim ; 
And all that is within me, join 
To bless his holy Name. 

2 O bless the Lord, my soul, 

. His mercies bear in mind ; 
Forget not all his benefits, 
Who is to thee so kind. 

3 He pardons all thy sins, 

Prolongs thy feeble breath ; 
He healeth thine infirmities, 
And ransoms thee from death. 

4 He feeds thee with his love, 

Upholds thee with his truth ; 
And, like the eagle's, he renews 
The vigour of thy youth. 

5 Then bless the Lord, my soul, 

His grace, his love proclaim : 
Let all that is within me, join 
To bless his holy Name. 



395 L - M - 

From the cvi. Psalm. 

O RENDER thanks to God above, 
The fountain of eternal love ; 
Whose mercy firm through ages past 
Has stood, and shall for ever last. 



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2 Who can his mighty deeds express, 
Not only vast, but numberless ? 
What mortal eloquence can raise 
His tribute of immortal praise ? 

3 Extend to me that favour, Lord, 
Thou to thy chosen dost afford ; 
When thou return'st to set them free, 
Let thy salvation visit me. 

4 Let Israel's God be ever bless'd, 
His Name eternally confess' d; 
Let all his saints, with full accord, 
Sing loud amens, Praise ye the Lord ! 

396 Six 8s. 

From the cxlvi. Psalm. 

I'LL praise my Maker with my breath, 
And when my voice is lost in death, 
Praise shall employ my nobler powers . 
My days of praise shall ne'er be past 
While life, and thought, and being last, 
Or immortality endures. 

2 Happy the man whose hopes rely 
On Israel's God : he made the sky, 

And earth, and seas, with all their train ; 
He saves th' oppress'd, he feeds the popr; 
His truth for ever stands secure, 

And none shairfind his promise vain. 

397 L. M. 

From the xcvii. Psalm. 

JEHOVAH reigns, let all the earth 
In his just government rejoice ; 
Let all the lands, with sacred mirth, 
In his applause unite their voice. 



PRAISE. 



297 



2 Darkness and clouds of awful shade 

His dazzling glory shroud in state ; 
Judgment and righteousness are made 
The habitation of his seat. 

3 For thou, O God, art seated high, 

Above earth's potentates enthroned ; 
Thou, Lord, unrivall'd in the sky, 
Supreme by all the gods art own'd. 



ADORED for ever be the Lord ; 
His praise I will resound, 
From whom the cries of my distress 
A gracious answer found. 

2 He is my strength and shield ; my heart 

Has trusted in his Name ; 
And now relieved, my heart, with joy, 
His praises shall proclaim. 

3 The Lord, the everlasting God, 

Is my defence and rock, 
The saving health, the saving strength, 
Of his anointed flock. 

4 O save and bless thy people, Lord, 

Thy heritage preserve ; x 
Feed, strengthen, and support their hearts, 
That they may never swerve. 



Psalm cxlviii. 

Praise from Living Creatures. 

BEGIN, my soul, th' exalted lay ; 
Let each enraptured thought ol 
And praise th' Almighty's Name : 



398 



C. M. 



From the xxviii. Psalm. 



399 



8s & 6s. 



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Let heaven and earth, and seas and skies, 
In one melodious concert rise, 
To swell th' inspiring theme. 

2 Ye angels, catch the thrilling sound, 
While all the adoring thrones around 

His boundless mercy sing ; 
Let every listening saint above 
Wake all the tuneful soul of love, 

And touch the sweetest string. 

3 Whate'er this living world contains, 
That wings the air or treads the plains, 

United praise bestow: 
Ye tenants of the ocean wide, 
Proclaim him through the mighty tide, 

And in the deeps below. 

4 Let man, by nobler passions sway'd, 
The feeling heart, the judging head, 

In heavenly praise employ; 
Spread his tremendous Name around, 
While heav' n' s broad arch rings back the sound, 

The general burst of joy. 

400 7s. 

Songs of Praise. 

SONGS of praise the angels sang ; 
Heaven with hallelujahs rang, 
When Jehovah's work begun, 
When he spake and it was done. 

2 Songs of praise awoke the morn, 
When the Prince of Peace was born : 
Songs of praise arose, when he 
Captive led captivity. 

3 Heaven and earth must pass away ; 
Songs of praise shall crown that day : 



PRAISE. 



299 



God will make new heavens and earth ; 
Songs of praise shall hail their birth. 

4 And shall man alone be dumb 
Till that glorious kingdom come ? 
No ; the Church delights to raise 
Psalms, and hymns, and songs of praise. 

5 Saints below, with heart and voice, 
Still in songs of praise rejoice ; 
Learning here, by faith and love, 
Songs of praise to sing above. 

6 Borne upon their latest breath, 
Songs of praise shall conquer death ; 
Then, amidst eternal joy, 

Songs of praise their powers employ. 

401 L. M. 

" O be joyful in the Lord, all ye lands." 

ALL people that on earth do dwell, 
Sing to the Lord with cheerful voice ; 
Him serve with fear, his praise forth tell, 
Come ye before him and rejoice. 

2 The Lord, ye know, is God indeed ; 

Without our aid he did us make : 
We are his flock, he doth us feed, 
And for his sheep he doth us take. 

3 O enter then his gates with praise, 

Approach with joy his courts unto ; 
Praise, laud, and bless his Name always, 
For it is seemly so to do. 

4 For why ? the Lord our God is good, 

His mercy is for ever sure ; 
His truth at all times firmly stood, 
And shall from age to age endure. 



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5 To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, 

The God whom heaven and earth adore, 
From men and from the angel host, 
Be praise and glory evermore. 

402 L- M. 

From the xciii. Psalm. 

WITH glory clad, with strength array'd, 
The Lord that o'er all nature reigns 
The world's foundation strongly laid, 
And the vast fabric still sustains. 

2 How surely stablish'd is thy throne ! 

Which shall no change or period see ; 
For thou, O Lord, and thou alone, 
Art God from all eternity. 

3 The floods, O Lord, lift up their voice, 

And toss the troubled waves on high ; 
But God above can still their noise, 
And make the angry sea comply. 

4 Thy promise, Lord, is ever sure, 

And they that in thy house would dwell, 
That happy station to secure, 
Must still in holiness excel. 



403 8s & 7s. 

From the cxlv. Psalm. 

GOD, my King, thy might confessing, 
Ever will I bless thy Name ; 
Day by day thy throne addressing, 
Still will I thy praise proclaim. 

2 Honour great our God befitteth ; 
Who his majesty can reach ? 
Age to age his works transmitteth, 
Age to age his power shall teach. 



PRAISE. 



3 They shall talk of all thy glory, 

On thy might and greatness dwell, 
Speak of thy dread acts the story, 
And thy deeds of wonder tell. 

4 Nor shall fail from memory's treasure, 

Works by love and mercy wrought — 
Works of love surpassing measure, 
Works of mercy passing thought. 

5 Full of kindness and compassion, 

Slow to anger, vast in love, 
God is good to all creation; 

All his works his goodness prove. 

6 All thy works, O Lord, shall bless thee, 

Thee shall all. thy saints adore ; 
King supreme shall they confess thee, 
And proclaim thy sovereign power. 



404 c. m. 

ALL hail the power of Jesus' name ! 
Let angels prostrate fall, 
Bring forth the royal diadem, 
And crown him Lord of all. 

2 Crown him, ye martyrs of our God, 

Who from the altar call ; 
Extol the stem of Jesse's rod, 
And crown him Lord of all. 

3 Hail him, the Heir of David's line, 

Whom David, Lord did call ; 
The God incarnate ! Man divine ! 
And crown him Lord of all ! 



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4 Ye chosen seed of Israel's race, 

Ye ransom' d from the fall, 
Hail him who saves you by his grace, 
And crown him Lord of all. 

5 Sinners, whose love can ne'er forget 

The wormwood and the gall, 
Go, spread your trophies at his feet, 
And crown him Lord of all. 

6 Let every kindred, every tribe, 

On this terrestrial ball, 
To him all majesty ascribe, 
And crown him Lord of all. 

405 p. m. 

THE strain upraise of joy and praise : ' 
Alleluia. 

For the glory of their King, 
Shall the ransomed people sing ; 

Alleluia. 

And the choirs that dwell on high 
Shall re-echo through the sky, 

Alleluia. 

They in the rest of Paradise who dwell, 
The blessed ones, with joy the chorus swell, 

Alleluia. 

2 The planets beaming on their heavenly way, 
The shining constellations, join and say, 

Alleluia. 

Ye clouds that onward sweep, 

Ye thunders echoing loud and deep, 

Ye winds on pinions light, 

Ye lightnings wildly bright, 

In sweet consent unite 

Your' alleluia. 



PRAISE. 



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3 Ye floods and ocean billows. 

Ye storms and winter snow, 
Ye days of cloudless beauty, 

Hoar frost and summer glow, 
Ye groves that wave in spring, 
And glorious forests, sing 

Alleluia. 

First let the birds, with painted plumage gay 
Exalt their great Creator's praise, and say, 

Alleluia. 

4 Then let the beasts of earth, with varying strain, 
Join in creation's hymn and cry again, 

Alleluia. 

Here let the mountains thunder forth sonorous, 

Alleluia. 

Here let the valleys sing in gentler chorus, 

Alleluia. 

Thou jubilant abyss of ocean, cry, 

Alleluia. 

Ye tracts of earth and continents, reply, 

Alleluia. 

5 To God who all creation made, 
The frequent hymn be duly paid, 

Alleluia. 

This is the strain, the eternal strain, the Lord 
Almighty loves, 

Alleluia. 

This is the song, the heavenly song, that Christ 
the King approves, 

Alleluia. 

Therefore we sing, both heart and voice awaking, 

Alleluia ; 

And children's voices echo, answer making, 

Alleluia, 



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Now from all men be outpour' d 
Alleluia to the Lord : 
With alleluia evermore 
The Son and Spirit we adore : 
Praise be done to the Three in One ! 
Alleluia ! alleluia ! alleluia ! Amen. 



HEN all thy mercies, O my God, 



Transported with the view, I'm lost 
In wonder, love, and praise. 

2 O how shall words with equal warmth 

The gratitude declare 
That glows within my ravish'd heart? 
But thou canst read it there. 

3 Thy providence my life sustain' d, 

And all my wants redrest, 
When in the silent womb I lay, 
x\nd hung upon the breast. 

4 To all my weak complaints and cries 

Thy mercy lent an ear, 
Ere yet my feeble thoughts had learnt 
To form themselves in prayer. 

5 Unnumber'd comforts to my soul 

Thy tender care bestow' d, 
Before my infant heart conceived 
From whom those comforts flow'd. 

When in the slippery paths of youth 
With heedless steps I ran, 

Thine arm, unseen, convey' d me safe, 
And led me up to man. 



406 



C. M. 




PRAISE. 



305 



7 Through hidden dangers, toils, and deaths 

It gently clear' d my way, 
And through the pleasing snares of vice, 
More to be fear'd than they. 

8 When worn with sickness, oft hast thou 

With health renew'd my face ; 
And, when in sins and sorrows sunk, 
Revived my soul with grace. 

9 Thy bounteous hand with worldly bliss 

Has made my cup run o'er ; 
And in a kind and faithful friend 
Has doubled all my store. 

10 Ten thousand thousand precious gifts 

My daily thanks employ ; 
Nor is the least a cheerful heart, 
That tastes those gifts with joy. 

11 Through every period of my life 

Thy goodness I'll pursue ; 
And after death, in distant worlds, 
The glorious theme renew. 

12 When nature fails, and day and night 

Divide thy works no more, 
My ever grateful heart, O Lord, 
_ Thy mercy shall adore. 

13 Through all eternity, to thee 

A joyful song I'll raise; 
But O eternity's too short 
To utter all thy praise. 

407 8s & 7 s. 

LORD, thy glory fills the heaven ; 
Earth is with its fulness stored ; 
Unto thee be glory given, 
Holy, holy, holy Lord ! 

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Heaven is still with anthems ringing, 
Earth takes up the angels' cry, 
' ' Holy, holy, holy," singing, 

"Lord of hosts, the Lord most high V 

2 Ever thus in God's high praises 

Let our fervent tongues unite, 
While our thoughts his greatness raises, 

And our love his gifts excite. 
With his seraph train before him, 

With his holy Church below, 
Thus unite we to adore him, 

Bid we thus our anthems flow. 

3 Lord, thy glory fills the heaven ; 

Earth is with its fulness stored ; 
Unto thee be glory given, 

Holy, holy, holy Lord ! 
Thus thy glorious name confessing, 

We adopt the angels' cry, 
"Holy, holy, holy," — blessing 

Thee, the Lord our God most high ! 

408 l. m. 

AWAKE, my soul, to joyful lays, 
And sing thy great Redeemer's praise 
He justly claims a song from thee ; 
His loving-kindness, O how free ! 

2 He saw me ruin'd in the fall, 

Yet loved me, notwithstanding all ; 
He saved me from my lost estate ; 
His loving-kindness, O how great ! 

3 Though numerous hosts of mighty foes, 
Though earth and hell my way oppose, 



PRAISE. 



He safely leads my soul along ; 
His loving-kindness, O how strong ! 

4 When trouble, like a gloomy cloud, 
Has gather' d thick, and thunder' d loud, 
He near my soul has always stood ; 
His loving-kindness, O how good ! 

5 Often I feel my sinful heart 
Prone from my Saviour to depart, 
But though I oft have him forgot, 
His loving-kindness changes not. 

6 Soon shall I pass the gloomy vale, 
Soon all my mortal powers must fail ; 
O may my'last expiring breath 

His loving-kindness sing in death ! 

409 6s & 4s. 

COME, thou almighty King, 
Help us thy Name to sing, 
Help us to praise ! 
Father all glorious, 
O'er all victorious, 
Come and reign o'er us, 
Ancient of days. 

2 Come, thou incarnate Word, 
Gird on thy mighty sword ; 

Our prayer attend ; 
Come, and thy people bless ; 
Come, give thy word success ; 
Spirit of holiness, 

On us descend. 

3 Come, holy Comforter, 
Thy sacred witness bear, 

In this glad hour : 



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Thou, who almighty art, 
Now rule in every heart, 
And ne'er from us depart, 
Spirit of power. 

4 To thee, great One in Three, 
The highest praises be, 

Hence evermore ; 
Thy sov' reign majesty 
May we in glory see, 
And to eternity 
Love and adore. 

410 los & 7 s - 

"And all her streets shall say, Alleluia." 

SING alleluia forth in duteous praise, 
O citizens of heaven, and sweetly raise 
An endless alleluia. 

2 Ye next, who stand before th' Eternal Light, 
In hymning choirs re-echo to the height 

An endless alleluia. 

3 The holy city shall take up your strain, 
And with glad songs resounding wake again 

An endless alleluia. 

4 In blissful antiphons ye thus rejoice 

To render to the Lprd with thankful voice 
An endless alleluia. 

5 Ye who have gained at length your palms in 

bliss, 

Victorious ones, your chant shall still be this, 
An endless alleluia. 

6 There, in one grand acclaim, for ever ring 
The strains which tell the honour of your King ? 

An endless alleluia. 



PRAISE. 



7 This is the rest for weary ones brought back, 
This is the food and drink which none shall 

lack, 

An endless alleluia. 

8 While thee, by whom were all things made, we 

praise 

For ever, and tell out in sweetest lays 
An endless alleluia. 

9 Almighty Christ, to thee our voices sing 
Glory for evermore ; to thee we bring 

An endless alleluia. 



8s & 7s. 

ALLELUIA ! song of gladness, 
Voice of everlasting joy : 
Alleluia ! sound the sweetest 

Heard among the choirs on high, 
Hymning in God's blissful mansion 
Day and night incessantly. 



2 Alleluia ! Church victorious, 

Thou may' st lift the joyful strain : 
Alleluia ! songs of triumph 

Well befit the ransomed train. 
Faint and feeble are our praises 

While in exile we remain. 

3 Alleluia ! songs of gladness 

Suit not always souls forlorn, 
Alleluia ! sounds of sadness 

* Midst our joyful strains are borne; 
For in this dark world of sorrow 

We with tears our sins must mourn. 



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4 Praises with our prayers uniting, 

Hear us, blessed Trinity ; 
Bring us to thy blissful presence, 

There the Paschal Lamb to see, 
Then to thee our alleluia 

Singing everlastingly. 

412 8s & 7s. 

ANGEL bands, in strains sweet sounding, 
Anthems to the Saviour raise : 
Host of heaven, his throne surrounding, 
Hymn the great Creator's praise. 

2 Radiant orb of day, adore him, 

Praise him, thou who rul'st the night; 
Heaven of heavens, O bow before him, 
Laud him, all ye worlds of light. 

3 Praise him, wild and restless ocean, 

Praise him, monsters of the deep ; 
Praise him in your rude commotion, 
Storms that at his mandate sweep. 

4 Hills and mountains, heavenward towering, 

Fires that in their bosom glow ; 
Clouds around their cliffs dark lowering, 
Torrents down their steeps that flow ; 

5 Verdant fields and valleys blooming, 

Insect myriads, own his care ; 
Wild beasts through the forests roaming, 
Warbling tenants of the air, 

6 Kings and rulers, shout his glory, 

People, join the loud acclaim, 
Maidens, youth, and fathers hoary, 
Infants, lisp his holy Name. 



SELF-CONSECRATION. 



7 Every kindred, tongue, and nation, 
Him who gave you life adore ; 
Earth and heaven, and all creation, 
Praise his Name for evermore. 

SELF-CONSECRATION. 

413 c. M - 

OFOR a closer walk with God, 
A calm and heavenly frame ; 
A light to shine upon the road 
That leads me to the Lamb. 

2 Return, O holy Dove, return, 

Sweet messenger of rest ; 
I hate the sins that made thee mourn, 
And drove thee from my breast. 

3 The dearest idol I have known, 

Whate'er that idol be, 
Help me to tear it from thy throne, 
And worship only thee. 

4 So shall my walk be close with God, 

Calm and serene my frame ; 
So purer light shall mark the road 
That leads me to the Lamb. 

414 c - M - Double. 

JESUS, my strength, my hope, 
On thee I cast my care, 
With humble confidence look up, 

And know thou hear'st my prayer: 
Give me on thee to wait, 

Till I can all things do — 
On thee, almighty to create, 
Almighty to renew. 



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2 I want a sober mind, 

A self-renouncing will, 
That tramples down and casts behind 

The baits of pleasing ill : 
A soul inured to pain, 

To hardship, grief, and loss ; 
Ready to take up and sustain 

The consecrated Cross. 

3 I want a godly fear, 

A quick, discerning eye, 
That looks to thee when sin is near, 

And sees the tempter fly ; 
A spirit still prepared, 

And arm'd with jealous care, 
For ever standing on its guard, 

And watching unto prayer. 

4 I want a heart to pray, 

To pray and never cease, 
Never to murmur at thy stay, 

Or wish my sufferings less ; 
This blessing, above all, 

Always to pray, I want, 
Out of the deep on thee to call, 

And never, never faint. 

5 I want a true regard, 

A single, steady aim, 
Unmoved by threatening or reward, 

To thee and thy great Name ; 
A jealous, just concern 

For thine immortal praise ; 
A pure desire that all may learn 

And glorify thy grace. 

6 I rest upon thy word, 

The promise is for me ; 



TRUST. 



My succour and salvation, Lord, 
Shall surely come from thee ; 

But let me still abide, 

Nor from my hope remove, 

Till thou my patient spirit guide 
Into thy perfect love. 



TRUST. 

415 C. M. 

From the cxxv. Psalm. 

WHO place on Sion's God their trust 
Like Sion's rock shall stand ; 
Like her immovable be fix'd 
By his almighty hand. 

2 Look how the hills on every side 
Jerusalem enclose ; 
So stands the Lord around his saints, 
To guard them from their foes. 

416 L - M - 

From the xviii. Psalm. 

NO change of time shall ever shock 
My firm affection, Lord, to thee ; 
For thou hast always been my rock, 
A fortress and defence to me. 

2 Thou my deliverer art, my God ; 

My trust is in thy mighty power : 
Thou art my shield from foes abroad, 
At home my safeguard and my tower. 

3 To thee I will address my prayer, 

To whom all praise we justly owe ; 
So shall I, by thy watchful care, 
Be guarded safe from every foe. 



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417 



C. M. 



From the xxiii. Psalm. 



THE Lord himself, the mighty Lord, 
Vouchsafes to be my guide ; 
The shepherd, by whose constant care 
My wants are all supplied. 

2 In tender grass he makes me feed, 

And gently there repose ; 
Then leads me to cool shades, and where 
Refreshing water flows. 

3 He does my wandering soul reclaim, 

And, to his endless praise, 
Instruct with humble zeal to walk 
In his most righteous ways. 

4 I pass the gloomy vale of death, 

From fear and danger free ; 
For there his aiding rod and staff 
Defend and comfort me. 

5 Since God doth thus his wondrous love 

Through all my life extend, 
That life to him I will devote, 
And in his temple spend. 



TV /FY soul, for help on God rely, 

On him alone thy trust repose; 
My rock and health will strength supply 
To bear the shock of all my foes. 

2 God does his saving health dispense, 
And flowing blessings daily send ; 
He is my fortress and defence, 

On him my soul shall still depend. 



418 



L. M. 



From the lxii. Psalm. 



TRUST. 



3 In him, ye people, always trust; 

Before his throne pour out your hearts 
For God, the merciful and just, 
His timely aid to us imparts. 



FATHER, whate'er of earthly bliss 
Thy sovereign will denies, 
Accepted at thy throne, let this, 
My humble prayer, arise : 

2 Give me a calm and thankful heart, 

From every murmur free ; 
The blessings of thy grace impart, 
And make me live to thee. 

3 Let the sweet hope that thou art mine 

My life and death attend : 
Thy presence through my journey shine, 
And crown my journey's end. 



my happiness below 
Jr Not to live without the Cross ; 
But the Saviour's power to know, 
Sanctifying every loss. 

2 Trials must and will befall ; 

But with humble faith to see 
Love inscribed upon them all — 
This is happiness to me. 

3 Did I meet no chastening here, 

Find no trials by the way, 
Might I not with reason feai 
I should be a castaway ? 



419 



C. M. 



420 




316 



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4 Trials make the promise sweet ; 
Trials give new life to prayer ; 
Bring me to my Saviour's feet, 
Lay me low and keep me there. 



421 8s & 6s. 

Habakkuk iii. 17-19. 

ALTHOUGH the vine its fruit deny, 
The budding fig tree droop and die, 
No oil the olive yield ; 
Yet will I trust me in my God, 
Yea, bend rejoicing to his rod, 
And by his grace be heal'd. 

2 Though fields, in verdure once array'd, 
By whirlwinds desolate be laid, 

Or'parch'd by scorching beam ; 
Still in the Lord shall be my trust, 
My joy \ for, though his frown is just, 

His mercy is supreme. 

3 Though from the folds the flock decay, 
Though herds lie famish' d o'er the lea, 

And round the empty stall ; 
My soul above the wreck shall rise, - 
Its better joys are in -the skies ; 

There God is all in all. 

4 In God my strength, howe'er distrest, 
I yet will hope, and calmly rest, 

Nay, triumph in his love : 
My lingering soul, my tardy feet, 
Free as the hind he makes, and fleet, 

To speed my course above. 



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422 



L. M. 



IS there a lone and dreary hour, 
When worldly pleasures lose their power ? 
My Father ! let me turn to thee, 
And set each thought of darkness free. 

2 Is there an hour of peace and joy, 
When hope is all my soul's employ ? 
My Saviour ! still my hopes will roam, 
Until they rest with thee, their home. 

3 Is there a time of racking grief, 
Which scorns the prospect of relief? 
O Spirit ! break the cheerless gloom, 
And bid my heart its calm resume. 

4 The noontide blaze, the midnight scene, 
The dawn, or twilight's sweet serene, 
The glow of life, the dying hour, 

Shall own, O God ! thy grace and power. 



WHILE thee I seek, protecting Power, 
Be my vain wishes still* d ; 
And may this consecrated hour 
With better hopes be fill'd. 

2 Thy love the power of thought bestow'd, 

To thee my thoughts would soar : 
Thy mercy o'er my life has flow'd, 
That mercy I adore. 

3 In each event of life, how clear 

Thy ruling hand I see : 
Each blessing to my soul more dear, 
Because conferr'd by thee. 

4 In every joy that crowns my days, 

In every pain I bear, 



423 



C. M. 



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My heart shall find delight in praise, 
Or seek relief in prayer. 

5 When gladness wings my favour' d hour, 

Thy love my thoughts shall fill ; 
Resign' d, when storms of sorrow lower, 
My soul shall meet thy will. 

6 My lifted eye, without a tear, 

The gathering storms shall see ; 
My steadfast heart shall know no fear, 
That heart will rest on thee. 

424 c. m. 

OTHOU whose sacred feet have trod 
The thorny path of woe \ 
Forbid that I should slight the rod, 
Or faint beneath the blow. 

2 My spirit to its chastening stroke 

I meekly would resign ; 
Nor murmur at the heaviest yoke 
That tells me I am thine. 

3 Give me the spirit of thy trust, 

To suffer as a son, 
To say. though lying in the dust, 
"My Father's will be done." 

4 I know that trial works for ends 

Too high for sense to trace, 
That oft in dark attire he sends 
Some embassy of grace. 

5 May none depart till I have gain'd 

The blessing which it bears, 
And learn, though late, I entertain' d 
An angel unawares. 



TRUST. 

6 So shall I bless the hour that sent 
The mercy of the rod, 
And built an altar by the tent 
Where I have met with God. 

6s & 5s. 
TN the hour of trial, 

Jesus, pray for me ; 
Lest by base denial 

I depart from thee ; 
When thou see'st me waver, 

With a look recall, 
Nor for fear or favour 
Suffer me to fall. 

With forbidden pleasures 

Would this vain world charm 
Or its sordid treasures 

Spread to work me harm ; 
Bring to my remembrance 

Sad Gethsemane, 
Or, in darker semblance, 
Cross-crown' d Calvary. 

Should thy mercy send me 

Sorrow, toil, and woe ; 
Or should pain attend me 

On my path below ; 
Grant that I may never 
Fail thy hand to see ; 
Grant that I may ever 
Cast my care on thee. 

When my last hour cometh, 

Fraught with strife and pain, 
When my dust returneth 
To the dust again ; 



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On thy truth relying, 

Through that mortal strife, 
Jesus, take me, dying, 

To eternal life. 



HOPE. 



426 



L. M. 



From the Ixxiii. Psalm. 



HPHY presence, Lord, hath me supplied, 
Thou my right hand support dost give 
Thou first shalt with thy counsel guide, 
And then to glory me receive. 

2 Whom then in heaven, but thee alone, 

Have I, whose favour I require ? 
Throughout the spacious earth there's none 
Compared with thee, that I desire. 

3 My trembling flesh and aching heart 

May often fail to succour me ; 
But God shall inward strength impart, 
And my eternal portion be. 



RISE, my soul, and stretch thy wings, 
Thy better portion trace ; 
Rise, from transitory things, 

Towards heaven,^ thy destined place; 
Sun, and moon, and stars decay, 

Time shall soon this earth remove ; 
Rise, my soul, and haste away 
To seats prepared above. 

2 Cease, my soul, O cease to mourn, 
Press onward to the prize ; 
Soon thy Saviour will return, 
To take thee to the skies : 



427 



7s & 6s. 



HOPE. 32 

There is everlasting peace, 

Rest, enduring rest, in heaven ; 

There will sorrow ever cease, 
And crowns of joy be given. 

428 7s. 

/CHILDREN of the heavenly King, 

As we journey let us sing ; 
Sing the Saviour's worthy praise, 
Glorious in his works and ways. 

2 We are travelling home to God, 
In the way the fathers trod ; 
They are happy now, and we 
Soon their happiness shall see. 

3 Banish' d once, by sin betray' d, 
Christ our Advocate was made ; 
Pardon' d now, no more we roam, 
Christ conducts us to our home. 

4 Lord, obediently we'll go, 
Gladly leaving all below ; 
Only thou our Leader be, 
And we still will follow thee. 



429 l. m. 

AS, when the weary traveller gains 
The height of some commanding hill, 
His heart revives, if o'er the plains 
He sees his home, though distant still ; 

2 So, when the Christian pilgrim views 
By faith his mansion in the skies, 
The sight his fainting strength renews, 
And wings his speed to reach the prize. 

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3 The hope of heaven his spirit cheers ; 

No more he grieves for sorrows past ; 
Nor any future conflict fears, 
So he may safe arrive at last. 

4 O Lord, on thee our hopes we stay, 

To lead us on to thine abode ; 
Assured thy love will far o'erpay 
The hardest labours of the road. 

430 c. m. 

From the xlii. Psalm. 

AS pants the hart for cooling streams, 
When heated in the chase ; 
So longs my soul, O God, for thee, 
And thy refreshing grace. 

2 For thee, my God, the living God, 

My thirsty soul doth pine ; 
O when shall I behold thy face, 
Thou Majesty divine ? 

3 Why restless, why cast down, my soul ? 

Trust God ; who will employ 
His aid for thee, and change these sighs 
To thankful hymns of joy. 

4 God of my strength, how long shall I, 

Like one forgotten, mourn, 
Forlorn, forsaken, and exposed 
To my oppressor's scorn? 

5 My heart is pierced, as with a sword, 

While thus my foes upbraid : 
"Vain boaster, where is now thy God? 
And where his promised aid?" 



HOPE. 



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6 Why restless, why cast down, my soul? 
Hope still ; and thou shah sing 
The praise of him who is thy God, 
Thy health's eternal spring. 



431 Six 8s. 

Psalm xlii. 

AS, panting in the sultry beam, 
The hart desires the cooling stream, 
So to thy presence, Lord, I flee, 
So longs my soul, O God, for thee; 
Athirst to taste thy living grace, 
And see thy glory, face to face. 

2 But rising griefs distress my soul, 
And tears on tears successive roll ; 
For many an evil voice is near 

To chide my woe and mock my fear ; 

And silent memory weeps alone 

O'er hours of peace and gladness flown. 

3 For I have walk'd the happy round 
That 'circles Sion's holy ground, 
And gladly swell' d the choral lays 
That hymn'd my great Redeemer's praise, 
What time the hallow' d arches rung 
Responsive to the solemn song. 

4 Ah, why, by passing clouds opprest, 
Should vexing thoughts distract thy breast? 
Turn, turn to him, in every pain, 
Whom suppliants never sought in vain , 
Thy strength, in joy's ecstatic day, 
Thy hope, when joy has pass'd away. 



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432 c. m. 

WHEN I can read my title clear 
To mansions in the skies, 
I bid farewell to every fear, 
And wipe my weeping eyes. 

2 Should earth against my soul engage, 

And fiery darts be hurl'd, 
Then I can smile at Satan's rage, 
And face a frowning world. 

3 Let cares like a wild deluge come, 

And storms of sorrow fall ; 
May I but safely reach my home, 
My God, my heaven, my all ; — 

4 There shall I bathe my weary soul 

In seas of heavenly rest ; 
And not a wave of trouble roll 
Across my peaceful breast. 

LOVE. 

433 ss & 7 s. 

LORD, with glowing heart I'd praise thee 
For the bliss thy love bestows, 
For the pardoning grace that saves me, 

And the peace that from it flows : 
Help, O God, my weak endeavour ; 

This dull soul to rapture raise : 
Thou must light the flame, or never 
Can my love be warm'd to praise. 

2 Praise, my soul, the God that sought thee, 
Wretched wanderer, far astray; 
Found thee lost, and kindly brought thee 
From the paths of death away ; 



LOVE. 



Praise, with love's devoutest feeling, 
Him who saw thy guilt-born fear, 

And, the light of hope revealing, 
Bade the blood-stain' d cross appear. 

3 Lord, this bosom's ardent feeling 

Vainly would my lips express : 
Low before thy footstool kneeling, 

Deign thy suppliant's prayer to bless : 
Let thy grace, my soul's chief treasure, 

Love's pure flame within me raise; 
And, since words can never measure, 

Let my life show forth thy praise. 

434 c. m. 

JESUS ! the very thought of thee 
With sweetness fills my breast ; 
But sweeter far thy face to see, 
And in thy presence rest. 

I 2 No voice can sing, no heart can frame, 
Nor can the memory find, 
A sweeter sound than Jesus' name, 
The Saviour of mankind. 

3 O hope of every contrite heart, 

O joy of all the meek, 
To those who fail, how kind thou art ! 
How good to those who seek ! 

4 But what to those who find ? Ah ! this 

Nor tongue nor pen can show ; 
The love of Jesus, what it is 
None but his loved ones know. 

5 Jesus ! our only joy be thou, 

As thou our prize wilt be ; 
Jesus ! be thou our glory now, 
And through eternity. 



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435 c. m. 

MY God, I love thee — not because 
I hope for heaven thereby : 
Nor yet because, if I love not, 
I must for ever die. 



2 But, O my Jesus, thou didst me 

Upon the cross embrace ; 
For me didst bear the nails and spear, 
And manifold disgrace, 

3 And griefs and torments numberless, 

And sweat of agony, 
E'en death itself; and all for one 
Who was thine enemy. 

4 Then why, O blessed Jesus Christ ! 

Should I not love thee well ? 
Not for the sake of winning heaven, 
Or of escaping hell ; 

5 Not with the hope of gaining aught ; 

Not seeking a reward ; 
But as thyself hast loved me, 
O ever-loving Lord ! 

6 E'en so I love thee, and will love, 

And in thy praise will sing ; 
Solely because thou art my God, 
And my eternal King. 



436 l- m. 

*HOU, whom my soul admires above 
All earthly joy and earthly love, 
Tell me, dear Shepherd, let me know, 
Where do thy sweetest pastures grow ? 



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LOVE. 



327 



2 Where is the shadow of that rock 
That from the sun defends thy flock ? 
Fain would I feed among thy sheep, 
Among them rest, among them sleep. 

3 Why should thy bride appear like one 
That turns aside to paths unknown ? 
My constant feet would never rove, 
Would never seek another love. 

437 8s & 7s. 

LOVE divine, all love excelling, 
Joy of heaven, to earth come down ! 
Live in us, thy humble dwelling, 
All thy faithful mercies crown. 
Jesus, thou art all compassion, 

Pure, unbounded love thou art ; 
Visit us with thy salvation, 
Enter every longing heart. 

2 Breathe, O breathe thy loving Spirit 

Into every troubled breast ! 
Let us all thy peace inherit, 

Let us find thy promised rest. 
Thee we would be always blessing, 

Serve thee as thine host above ; 
Pray, and praise thee without ceasing, 

Glory in thy boundless love. 

3 Finish, then, thy new creation, 

Pure and spotless let us be ; 
Let us see our whole salvation 

Perfectly restored in thee. 
Changed from glory unto glory, 

Till in heaven our songs we raise ; 
Till we cast our crowns before thee, 

Lost in wonder, love, and praise. 



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438 c. m. 

"Thus saith the high and lofty One that inhabiteth eternity, whose 
name is Holy : I dwell in the high and holy place, with him also that 
is of a contrite and humble spirit." 

MY God, how wonderful thou art, 
Thy majesty how bright, 
How beautiful thy mercy-seat, 
In depths of burning light ! 

2 How dread are thine eternal years, 

O everlasting Lord ; 
By prostrate spirits day and night 
Incessantly adored ! 

3 How wonderful, how beautiful, 

The sight of thee must be, 
Thine endless wisdom, boundless power, 
And awful purity ! 

4 O how I fear thee, living God, 

With deepest, tenderest fears, 
And worship thee with trembling hope, 
And penitential tears ! 

5 Yet I may love thee too, O Lord, 

Almighty as thou art, 
For thou hast stooped to ask of me 
The love of my poor heart. 



439 L. M. 6l. 

THEE will I love, my Strength, my Tower, 
Thee will I love, my Joy, my Crown ; 
Thee will I love with all my power, 
In all my works, and thee alone : 
Thee will I love, till sacred fire 
Fill my whole soul with pure desire. 



LOVE. 



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2 I thank thee, uncreated Sun, 

That thy bright beams on me have shined : 
I thank thee, who hast overthrown 

My foes, and heal'd my wounded mind ; 
I thank thee, whose enlivening voice 
Bids my freed heart in thee rejoice. 

3 Uphold me in the doubtful race, 

Nor suffer me again to stray ; 
Strengthen my feet, with steady pace 

Still to press forward in thy way ; 
That all my powers, with all their might, 
In thy sole glory may unite. 

4 Thee will I love, my Joy, my Crown ; 

Thee will I love, my Lord, my God ! 
Thee will I love, beneath thy frown 

Or smile, thy sceptre or thy rod. 
What though my flesh and heart decay ? 
Thee shall I love in endless day. 

440 1 os & 6s. 

I LOVE my God, but with no love of mine, 
For I have none to give ; 
I love thee, Lord, but all the love is thine, 

For by thy life I live ; 
I am as nothing, and rejoice to be 
Emptied, and lost, and swallow'd up in thee. 

2 Thou, Lord, alone art all thy children need, 

And there is none beside ; 
From thee the streams of blessedness proceed, 

In thee the blest abide : 
Fountain of life and all-abounding grace, 
Our Source, our Centre, and our Dwelling-place. 



330 



THE CHRISTIAN LIFE. 



441 c. m. 

JESUS, these eyes have never seen 
That radiant form of thine : 
The veil of sense hangs dark between 
Thy blessed face and mine. 

2 I see thee not, I hear thee not, 

Yet thou art oft with me ; 
And earth hath ne'er so dear a spot 
As where I meet with thee. 

3 Like some bright dream that comes unsoui 

When slumbers o'er me roll, 
Thine image ever fills my thought, 
And charms my ravish d soul. 

4 Yet, though I have not seen, and still 

Must rest in faith alone, 
I love thee, dearest Lord ! and will, 
Unseen, but not unknown. 

5 When death these mortal eyes shall seal, 

And still this throbbing heart, 
The rending veil shall thee reveal, 
All glorious as thou art ! 

JOY. 

442 S. M. 

COME, ye that love the Lord, 
And let your joys be known ; 
Join in a song with sweet accord, 
And thus surround the throne. 

2 Let those refuse to sing 

That never knew our God, 
But children of the heavenly King 
May speak their joys abroad. 



JOY. 



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3 The God of heaven is ours, 

Our Father and our love ; 
His care shall guard life's fleeting hours, 
Then waft our souls above. 

4 There shall we see his face, 

And never, never sin ; 
There, from the rivers of his grace, 
Drink endless pleasures in. 

5 Yes, and before we rise 

To that immortal state, 
The thoughts of such amazing bliss 
Should constant joys create. 

6 Children of grace have found 

Glory begun below : 
Celestial fruits on earthly ground 
From faith and hope may grow. 

7 The hill of Sion yields 

A thousand sacred sweets, 
Before we reach the heavenly fields, 
Or walk the golden streets. 

8 Then let our songs abound, 

And every tear be dry ; 
Were marching through Immanuel's ground, 
To fairer worlds on high. 

443 8s & 7s. 

" The Lord is my Shepherd." 

THE King of love my Shepherd is, 
Whose goodness faileth never ; 
I nothing lack if I am his, 
And he is mine for ever. 

2 Where streams of living water flow 
My ransom' d soul he leadeth, 



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THE CHRISTIAN LIFE. 



And, where the verdant pastures grow, 
With food celestial feedeth. 

3 Perverse and foolish, oft I stray' d, 

But yet in love he sought me, 
And on his shoulder gently laid, 
And home, rejoicing, brought me. 

4 In death's dark vale I fear no ill 

With thee, dear Lord, beside me ; 
Thy rod and staff my comfort still, 
Thy Cross before to guide me. 

5 Thou spreadst a table in my sight, 

Thy unction grace bestoweth, 
And O the transport of delight 
With which my cup o'erfloweth ! 

6 And so, through all the length of days, 

Thy goodness faileth never ; 
Good Shepherd, may I sing thy praise 
Within thy house for ever ! 

444 s. m. 

AWAKE, and sing the song 
Of Moses and the Lamb ; 
Wake, every heart and every tongue, 
To praise the Saviour's name. 

2 Sing of his dying love, 

Who liveth evermore ; 
Sing how he intercedes above 
For those whose sins he bore. 

3 Sing on your heavenly way, 

Ye ransom'd sinners, sing; 
Sing on, rejoicing every day 
In Christ th' eternal King. 



HUMILITY. 



4 Soon shall we hear him say, 
" Ye blessed children, come !" 
Soon will he call us hence away, 
And take his wanderers home. 



HUMILITY. 

445 7s. 

From the cxxxi. Psalm. 

LORD, for ever at thy side 
Let my place and portion be : 
Strip me of the robe of pride, 
Clothe me with humility. 

2 Meekly may my soul receive 

All thy Spirit hath reveal' d ; 
Thou hast spoken — I believe, 
Though the oracle be seal'd. 

3 Humble as a little child, 

Weaned from the mother's breast 
By no subtleties beguiled, 
On thy faithful word I rest. 

4 Israel ! now and evermore 

In the Lord Jehovah trust ; 
Him, in all his ways, adore, 
Wise, and wonderful, and just. 

446 Six 7s. 

QUIET, Lord, my froward heart 
Make me teachable and mild, 
Upright, simple, free from art ; 

Make me as a little child ; 
From distrust and envy free, 
Pleased with all that pleases thee. 



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THE CHRISTIAN LIFE. 



2 What thou shalt to-day provide, 

Let me as a child receive ; 
What to-morrow may betide, 

Calmly to thy wisdom leave ; 
'Tis enough that thou wilt care ; 
Why should I the burden bear ? 

3 As a little child relies 

On a care beyond his own, 
Knows he's neither strong nor wise, 

Fears to stir a step alone, 
Let me thus with thee abide, 
As my Father, Guard, and Guide. 



PEACE. 

447 c. m. 

OFOR a heart to praise my God, 
A heart from sin set free ! 
A heart that's sprinkled with the blood 
So freely shed for me ; 

2 A heart resign' d, submissive, meek, 

My great Redeemer's throne; 
Where only Christ is heard to speak, 
Where Jesus reigns alone ; 

3 An humble, lowly, contrite heart, 

Believing, true, and clean ; 
Which neither life nor death can part 
From him that dwells within. 

4 A heart in every thought renew'd, 

And full of love divine, 
Perfect, and right, and pure, and good 
A copy, Lord, of thine ! 



COURAGE. 



33F 



5 Thy nature, gracious Lord, impart ; 
Come quickly from above ; 
Write thy new name upon my heart, 
Thy new, best name of Love. 

448 c. m. 

THERE is a fold whence none can stray, 
And pastures ever green, 
Where sultry sun, or stormy day, 
Or night, is never seen. 

2 Far up the everlasting hills, 

In God's own light, it lies; 
His smile its vast dimension fills 
With joy that never dies. 

3 One narrow vale, one darksome wave, 

Divides that land from this ; 
I have a Shepherd pledged to save, 
And bear me home to bliss. 

4 Soon at his feet my soul will lie, 

In life's last struggling breath ; 
But I shall only seem to die, 
I shall not taste of death. 

5 Far from this guilty world, to be 

Exempt from toil and strife ; 
To spend eternity with thee, — 
My Saviour, this is life ! 

COURAGE. 

449 8s & 7s. 

GOD shall charge his angel legions 
Watch and ward o'er thee to keep ; 
Though thou walk through hostile regions, 
Though in desert wilds thou sleep. 



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THE CHRISTIAN LIFE. 



2 On the lion vainly roaring, 

On his young, thy foot shall tread ; 
And, the dragon's den exploring, 
Thou shalt bruise the serpent's head. 

3 Since, with pure and firm affection, 

Thou on God hast set thy love, 
With the wings of his protection 
He will shield thee from above. 

4 Thou shalt call on him in trouble, 

He will hearken, he will save ; 
Here for grief reward thee double, 
Crown with life beyond the grave. 

450 s. m. 

MY soul, be on thy guard \ 
Ten thousand foes arise ; 
The hosts of sin are pressing hard 
To draw thee from the skies. 

2 O watch, and strive, and pray; 

The battle ne'er give o'er; 
Renew it boldly every day, 
And help divine implore. 

3 Ne'er think the, victory won, 

Nor lay thine armour down : 
Thy arduous work will not be done 
Till thou obtain thy crown. 

4 Fight on, my soul, till death 

Shall bring thee to thy God ; 
He'll take thee, at thy parting breath, 
To his divine abode. 



COURAGE. 



337 



451 



C. M. 



AM I a soldier of the Cross, 
A follower of the Lamb ? 
And shall I fear to own his cause, 
Or blush to speak his Name ? 

2 Must I be carried to the skies 

On flow'ry beds of ease, 
While others fought to win the prize, 
And sail'd through bloody seas? 

3 Are there no foes for me to face ? 

Must I not stem the flood ? 
Is this vile world a friend to grace, 
To help me on to God ? 

4 Sure I must fight if I would reign ; 

Increase my courage, Lord ; 
I'll bear the cross, endure the pain, 
Supported by thy word. 

5 Thy saints, in all this glorious war, 

Shall conquer, though they die ; 
They view the triumph from afar, 
With faith's enraptured eye. 

6 When that illustrious day shall rise, 

And all thine armies shine 
In robes of victory through the skies, 
The glory shall be thine. 



BREATHE the name, Christian, 
When it is strongest ; 
Watch for day, Christian, 
When night is longest ; 
Onward and onward still 
Be thine endeavour ; 



452 



5s & 6s. 



22 



33B 



THE CHRISTIAN LIFE. 



Seek the rest that remains 
To thee for ever. 

2 Fight the fight, Christian, 

Jesus is o'er thee ; 
Run the race, Christian, 

Heaven is before thee ; 
He who hath promised it 

Faltereth never ; 
He who hath loosed so well, 

Looseth for ever. 

3 Lift thine eye, Christian, 

Just as it closet h ; 
Raise thy heart, Christian, 

Ere it reposeth ; 
Thee from the love of Christ 

Let not death sever ; 
And, when thy work is done, 

Praise him for ever. 



ACTION. 

453 c. m. 

SUPREME in wisdom as in power, 
The Rock of Ages stands ; 
Thou canst not search his mind, nor trace 
The working of his hands. 

2 He gives the conquest to the weak, 

Supports the fainting heart ; 
And courage in the evil hour 
His heavenly aids impart. 

3 Mere human energy shall faint, 

And youthful vigour cease ; 
But those who wait upon the Lord, 
In strength shall still increase. 



ACTION. 



4 They, with unwearied step, shall tread 

The path of life divine ; 
With growing ardour onward move, 
With growing brightness shine. 

5 On eagles' wings they mount, they soar 

On wings of faith and love ; 
Till, past the sphere of earth and sin, 
They rise to heaven above. 

454 c. m. 

" Forgetting those things which are behind. " — Phil. iii. 13, 1 

AWAKE, my soul, stretch every nerve 
And press with vigour on ; 
A heavenly race demands thy zeal, 
And an immortal crown. 

2 A cloud of witnesses around 

Hold thee in full survey ; 
Forget the steps already trod, 
And onward urge thy way. 

3 'Tis God's all-animating voice 
That calls thee from on high, 

'Tis his own hand presents the prize 
To thine uplifted eye. 

4 Then wake, my soul, stretch every nerve, 
And press with vigour on ; 

A heavenly race demands thy zeal, 
And an immortal crown. 



455 s. m. 

CHARGE to keep I have, 
A God to glorify ; 
A never-dying soul to save, 
And fit it for the sky : 



A 



340 



THE CHRISTIAN LIFE. 



2 From youth to hoary age, 

My calling to fulfil : 
O may it all my powers engage 
To do my Master's will. 

3 Arm me with jealous care, 

As in thy sight to live, 
And, O thy-servant, Lord, prepare 
A strict account to give. 

4 Help me to watch and pray, 

And on thyself rely : 
Assured if I my trust betray, 
I shall for ever die. 

456 7Si 6s, & 8s. 

SINCE I've known a Saviour's Name, 
And sin's strong fetters broke, 
Careful without care I am, 
Nor feel my easy yoke : 
Joyful now my faith to show, 

I find his service my rew r ard, 
All the work I do below 
Is light, for such a Lord. 

2 To the desert or the cell 

Let others blindly fly, 
In this evil world I dwell, 

Nor fear its jsmnity ; 
Here I find a house of prayer, 

To which I inwardly retire ; 
Walking unconcern' d in care, 

And unconsumed in fire. 

3 O that all the world might know 

Of living, Lord, to thee, 
Find their heaven begun below, 
And here thy goodness see ; 



ACTION. 



341 



Walk in all the works prepared 
By thee to exercise their grace, 

Till they gain their full reward, 
And see thee face to face ! 

457 S. M. 

Philippians ii. 12, 13. 

HEIRS of unending life, 
While yet we sojourn here, 
O let us our salvation work 
With trembling and with fear. 

2 God will support our hearts 

With might before unknown ; 
The work to be perform' d is ours, 
The strength is all his own. 

3 'Tis he that works to will, 

'Tis he that works to do ; 
His is the power by which we act, 
His be the glory too ! 

458 7s 

" Fight the good fight of faith, lay hold on eternal life." 

OFT in danger, oft in woe, 
Onward, Christians, onward go : 
Bear the toil, maintain the strife, 
Strengthen' d with the Bread of life. 

2 Let not sorrow dim your eye, 
Soon shall every tear be dry ; 
Let not fear your course impede, 
Great your strength, if great your need. 

3 Let your drooping hearts be glad ; 
March in heavenly armour clad ; 
Fight, nor think the battle long, 
Soon shall victory wake your song. 



342 



THE JUDGMENT. 



4 Onward, then, to glory move ; 
More than conq'rors ye shall prove; 
Though opposed by many a foe, 
Christian soldiers, onward go ! 

5 Hymns of glory and of praise, 
Father, unto thee we raise : 
Holy Jesus, praise to thee, 
With the Spirit, ever be. 



xl— the judgment. 
459 l. m. 

JESUS, thy blood and righteousness 
My beauty are,, my glorious dress, 
' Midst flaming worlds, in these array'd, 
With joy shall I lift up my head. 

2 Bold shall I stand in thy great day, 
For who aught to my charge shall lay? 
Fully absolved through these I am, 
From sin and fear, from guilt and shame. 

3 When from the dust of death I rise 
To claim my mansion in the skies, 
E'en then this shall be all my plea — 
Jesus hath lived, hath died for me. 

4 Thou God of power, thou God of love, 
Let the whole world thy mercy prove ; 
Now let thy word o'er all prevail ; 
Now take the spoils of death and hell. 



THE JUDGMENT. 



343 



460 s. m. 

HOW will my heart endure 
The terrors of that day, 
When earth and heaven before his face 
Astonish'd shrink away? 

2 But ere the trumpet shakes 

The mansions of the dead, 
Hark ! from the Gospel's cheering sound 
What joyful tidings spread. 

3 Ye sinners, seek his grace, 

Whose wrath ye cannot bear ; 
Fly to the shelter of his cross, 
And find salvation there. 

4 So shall that curse remove, 

By which the Saviour bled ; 
And the last awful day shall pour 
His blessings on your head. 

461 8s & 6s. 

GREAT God, what do I see and hear? 
The end of things created : 
The Judge of man I see appear, 

On clouds of glory seated. 
The trumpet sounds, the graves restore 
The dead which they contain' d before ; 
Prepare, my soul, to meet him. 

2 The dead in Christ shall first arise 
At the last trumpet's sounding, 
Caught up to meet him in the skies, 
With joy their Lord surrounding : 
No gloomy fears their souls dismay, 
His presence sheds eternal day 
On those prepared to meet him. 



344 



THE JUDGMENT. 



3 But sinners, fill'd with guilty fears, 

Behold his wrath prevailing ; 
For they shall rise, and find their tears 

And sighs are unavailing. 
The day of grace is past and gone ; 
Trembling they stand before the throne, 

All unprepared to meet him. 

4 Great God, what do I see and hear ? 

The end of things created : 
The Judge of man I see appear, 

On clouds of glory seated : 
Beneath his Cross I view the day 
When heaven and earth shall pass away, 

And thus prepare to meet him. 

462 8s, 7s, & 4- 

DAY of judgment, day of wonders ! 
Hark ! the trumpet's awful sound, 
Louder than ten thousand thunders, 
Shakes the vast creation round ! 

How the summons 
Will the sinner's heart confound ! 

2 See the Judge our nature wearing, 

Clothed in majesty divine ! 
You who long for his appearing, 

Then shall say, " This God is mine V 

Gracious Saviour, 
Own me in that day for thine ! 

3 At his call the dead awaken, 

Rise to life from earth and sea : 
All the powers of nature, shaken 
By his looks, prepare to flee : 

Careless sinner ! 
What will then become of thee ? 



THE JUDGMENT. 



4 Then to those who have confessed, 
Loved, and served the Lord below, 
He will say, " Come near, ye blessed, 
Take the kingdom I bestow : 

You for ever 
Shall my love and glory know." 

463 p- m. 

DAY of wrath ! that day of mourning 
See fulfill' d the prophets' warning, 
Heaven and earth in ashes burning ! 

2 O what fear man's bosom rendeth, 
When from heaven the Judge descendeth, 
On whose sentence all dependeth ! 

3 Lo ! the trumpet's wondrous swelling 
Peals through each sepulchral dwelling, 
All before the throne compelling. 

4 Death is struck, and nature quaking, 
All creation is awaking, 

To its Judge an answer making. 

5 Lo ! the book exactly worded, 
Wherein all hath been recorded : 
Thence shall justice be awarded. 

6 When the Judge his seat attaineth, 
And each hidden deed arraigneth, 
Nothing unavenged remaineth. 

7 When shall I, frail man, be pleading ? 
Who for me be interceding, 

When the just are mercy needing? 

8 King of Majesty tremendous, 
Who dost free salvation send us, 
Fount of pity ! then befriend us ! 



THE JUDGMENT. 



9 Think, kind Jesus, my salvation 
Cost thy wondrous incarnation ; 
Leave me not to reprobation ! 

Faint and weary thou hast sought me, 
On the cross of suffering bought me. 
Shall such grace in vain be brought me ? 

1 Righteous Judge ! for sin's pollution 
Grant thy gift of absolution, 

Ere that day of retribution. 

2 Guilty, now I pour my moaning, 
All my shame with anguish owning ; 
Spare, O God, thy suppliant groaning ! 

3 Thou the harlot gav'st remission, 
Heard'st the dying thiefs petition; 
Hopless else were my condition. 

4 Worthless are my prayers and sighing, 
Yet, good Lord, in grace complying, 
Rescue me from fires undying ! 

5 With thy favour' d sheep O place me ! 
Nor among the goats abase me ; 

But to thy right hand upraise me. 

6 While the wicked are confounded, 
Doom'd to flames of woe unbounded, 
Call me, with thy saints surrounded. 

7 Bow my heart in meek submission, 
Strewn with ashes of contrition ; 
Help me in my lost condition. 

8 Day of sorrows, day of weeping, 
When, in dust no longer sleeping, 
Man awakes in thy dread keeping ! 



HEAVEN. 



19 To the rest thou didst prepare him 
By thy Cross, O Christ, upbear him ; 
Spare, O God, in mercy spare him. 



XII.— HEAVEN. 

464 c. m. 

THERE is a land of pure delight, 
Where saints immortal reign • 
Eternal day excludes the night, 
And pleasures banish pain. 

2 There everlasting spring abides, 

And never-fading flowers ; 
Death, like a narrow sea, divides 
This heavenly land from ours. 

3 Bright fields, beyond the swelling flood, 

Stand dress' d in living green ; 
So, to the Jews, fair Canaan stood, 
While Jordan roll'd between. 

4 But timorous mortals start and shrink, 

To cross the narrow sea ; 
And linger, trembling, on the brink, 
And fear to launch away. 

5 O could we make our doubts remove, 

Those gloomy doubts that rise, 
And see the Canaan that we love, 
With faith's illumined eyes, — 

6 Could we but climb where Moses stood, 

And view the landscape o'er, 



348 



HEAVEN. 



Not Jordan's streams, not death's cold flood, 
Should fright us from the shore. 

465 c. m. 

CHRIST leads me through no darker rooms 
Than he went through before ; 
And he that in God's kingdom comes 
Must enter by this door. 

2 Come, Lord, when grace hath made me meet 

Thy blessed face to see ; 
For if thy work on earth be sweet, 
What must thy glory be ! 

3 Then I shall end my sad complaints, 

And weary, sinful days, 
And join with those triumphant saints 
That sing Jehovah's praise. 

4 My knowledge of that life is small ; 

The eye of faith is dim ; 
But 'tis enough that Christ knows all, 
And I shall be with him ! 

466 c. m. 

2 Cor. iv. 1 8. 

HOW long shall earth's alluring toys 
Detain our hearts and eyes, 
Regardless of immortal joys, 
And strangers to the skies ? 

2 These transient scenes will soon decay, 

They fade upon the sight ; 
And quickly will their brightest day 
Be lost in endless night. 

3 Their brightest day, alas ! how vain ! 

With conscious sighs we own ; 
While clouds of sorrow, care, and pain 
O'ershade the smiling noon. 



HEAVEN. 



349 



4 O could our thoughts and wishes fly 

Above these gloomy shades, 
To those bright worlds beyond the sky, 
Which sorrow ne'er invades, — 

5 There, joys unseen by mortal eyes, 

Or reason's feeble ray, 
In ever-blooming prospects rise, 
Unconscious of decay. 

6 Lord, send a beam of light divine 

To guide our upward aim : 
With one reviving touch of thine 
Our languid hearts inflame. 

7 Then shall, on faith's sublimest wing, 

Our ardent wishes rise, 
To those bright scenes where pleasures spring 
Immortal in the skies. 

467 7s. 

Rev. vii. g, etc. 

WHO are these in bright array, 
This innumerable throng, 
Round the altar, night and day, 
Tuning their triumphant song? — 
"Worthy is the Lamb, once slain, 
Blessing, honour, glory, power, 
Wisdom, riches, to obtain, 
New dominion every hour." 

2 These through fiery trials trod ; 

These from great affliction came ; 
Now before the throne of God, 

Seal'd with his eternal name : 
Clad in raiment pure and white, 

Victor palms in every hand, 
Through their great Redeemer's might, 

More than conquerors they stand. 



35o 



HEAVEN. 



3 Hunger, thirst, disease unknown, 

On immortal fruits they feed ; 
Them the Lamb, amidst the throne, 

Shall to living fountains lead : 
Joy and gladness banish sighs ; 

Perfect love dispels their fears ; 
And for ever, from their eyes, 

God shall wipe away their tears. 

468 7s & 6s. 

BRIEF life is here our portion, 
Brief sorrow, short-lived care ; 
The life that knows no ending, 

The tearless life is there. 
O happy retribution ! 

Short toil, eternal rest ; 
For mortals and for sinners 
A mansion with the blest. 

2 And now we fight the battle, 

But then shall wear the crown 
Of full, and everlasting, 

And passionless renown. 
The morning shall awaken, 

The shadows pass away, 
And each true-hearted servant 

Shall shine as doth the day. 

3 O sweet and blessed country, 

The home of God's elect ! 
O sweet and blessed country, 

That eager hearts expect ! 
Jesus, in mercy bring us 

To that dear land of rest ; 
Who art, with God the Father, 

And Spirit, ever blest. 



HEAVEN. 



469 7s & 6s. 

FOR thee, O dear, dear country, 
Mine eyes their vigils keep ; 
For very love, beholding 

Thy happy name, they weep. 
• The mention of thy glory 
Is unction to the breast, 
And medicine in sickness, 
And love, and life, and rest. 

2 O one, O only mansion ; 

O Paradise of joy ! 
Where tears are ever banish' d, 

And smiles have no alloy; 
Thou hast no shores, fair ocean ! 

Thou hast no time, bright day ! 
Dear fountain of refreshment 

To pilgrims far away. 

3 O sweet and blessed country, 

The home of God's elect ! 

sweet and blessed country, 
That eager hearts expect ! 

Jesus, in mercy bring us 
To that dear land of rest ; 

Who art, with God the Father, 
And Spirit, ever blest. 

470 7s & 6s. 
JERUSALEM, the golden ! 
J With milk and honey blest, 
Beneath thy contemplation 

Sink heart and voice opprest. 

1 know not, O I know not 
What joys await me there ; 

What radiancy of glory, 
What bliss beyond compare. 



352 



HEAVEN. 



2 They stand, those halls of Zion, 

All jubilant with song, 
And bright with many an angel, 

And ail the martyr throng. 
There is the throne of David, 

And there, from toil released, 
The shout of them that triumph, 

The song of them that feast. 

3 And they who, with their Leader, 

Have conquer' d in the fight, 
For ever and for ever 

Are clad in robes of white. 
O land that seest no sorrow ! 

O state that fear'st no strife ! 
O royal land of flowers ! 

O realm and home of life ! 

4 O sweet and blessed country, 

The home of God's elect ! 
O sweet and blessed country, 

That eager hearts expect ! 
Jesus, in mercy bring us 

To that dear land of rest ; 
Who art, with God the Father, 

And Spirit, ever blest. 



471 s. m. 

FOR ever with* the Lord ! 
Amen, so let it be : 
Life from the dead is in that word ; 
'Tis immortality. 

2 Here in the body pent, 

Absent from him, I roam, 
Yet nightly pitch my moving tent 
A day's march nearer home. 



HEAVEN. 



3 My Father's house on high, 

Home of my soul, how near 
At times to faith's illumined eye 
The golden gates appear ! 

4 Ah, then my spirit faints 

To reach the land I love, 
The bright inheritance of saints, 
Jerusalem above. 

5 Yet clouds will intervene, 

And all my prospect flies ; 
Like Noah's dove, I flit between 
Rough seas and stormy skies. 

6 Lord, bid the clouds depart, 

The winds and waters cease, 
And sweetly o'er my gladden' d heart 
Expand thy bow of peace. 



472 c. m. 

O MOTHER dear, Jerusalem ! 
When shall I come to thee ? 
When shall my sorrows have an end? 
Thy joys when shall I see? 

2 O happy harbour of God's saints ! 

O sweet and pleasant soil ! 
In thee no sorrow can be found, 
Nor grief, nor care, nor toil. 

3 No murky cloud o'ershaclows thee, 

Nor gloom, nor darksome night ; 
But every soul shines as the sun ; 
For God himself gives light. 

4 Thy walls are made of precious stones, 

Thy bulwarks diamond-square, 

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354 



HEAVEN. 



Thy gates are all of orient pearl : 
O God ! if I were there ! 

5 O my sweet home, Jerusalem ! 

Thy joys when shall I see ? 
The King that sitteth on thy throne 
In his felicity? 

6 Thy gardens and thy goodly walks 

Continually are green, 
Where grow such sweet and pleasant flowers 
As nowhere else are seen. 

7 Right through thy streets, with pleasing sound, 

The living waters flow, 
And on the banks, on either side, 
The trees of life do grow. 

8 Those trees each month yield ripen 'd fruit; 

For evermore they spring, 
And all the nations of the earth 
To thee their honours bring. 

9 O mother dear, Jerusalem ! 

When shall I come to thee ? 
When shall my sorrows have an end ? 
Thy joys when shall I see ? 

473 P. m. 

T ERUSALEM ! high tow'r thy glorious walls ! 
J Would God I were in thee ! 
Desire of thee my longing heart enthrals, 

Desire at home to be : 
Wide from the world outleaping, 

O'er hill and vale and plain, 
My soul's strong wing is sweeping, 

Thy portals to attain. 



HEAVEN. 



355 



2 O gladsome day, and yet more gladsome hour ! 

When shall that hour have come, 
When my rejoicing soul its own free power 

May use in going home ? 
Itself to Jesus giving, 

In trust to his own hand, 
To dwell among the living, 

In that blest Fatherland. 

3 A moment's time, the twinkling of an eye, 

Shall be enough to soar, 
In buoyant exultation, through the sky, 

And reach the heav'nly shore. 
Elijah's chariot bringing 

The homeward trav'ller there ; 
Glad troops of angels winging 

It onward through the air. 

4 Great fastness thou of honour ! thee I greet ! 

Throw wide thy gracious gate, 
An entrance free to give these longing feet; 

At last released, though late, 
From wretchedness and sinning, 

And life's long, weary way; 
And now, of God's gift, winning 

Eternity's bright day. 

5 What throng is this, what noble troop, that pours, 

Array' d in beauteous guise, 
Out through the glorious city's open doors, 

To greet my wond'ring eyes? 
The hosts of Christ's elected, 

The jewels that he bears 
In his own crown, selected 

To wipe away my tears. 

6 Of prophets great, and patriarchs high, a band 

That once has borne the cross, 



356 



MISCELLANEOUS. 



With all the company that won that land, 

By counting gain for loss. 
Now float in freedom's lightness, 

From tyrants' chains set free; 
And shine like suns in brightness, 

Array 'd to welcome me. 

7 One more at last arrived they welcome there, 

To beauteous Paradise, 
Where sense can scarce its full fruition bear, 

Or tongue for praise suffice; 
Glad hallelujahs ringing 

With rapturous rebound, 
And rich hosannas singing 

Eternity's long round. 

8 Unnumber' d choirs before the Lamb' s high throne 

There shout the jubilee, 
With loud resounding peal and sweetest tone, 

In blissful ecstasy : 
A hundred thousand voices 

Take up the wondrous song ; 
Eternity rejoices 

God's praises to prolong. 



'Xlll.—MISCELLANE O US. 

474 C. M. 

THE Lord descended from above, 
And bow'd the heavens most high, 
And underneath his feet he cast 
The darkness of the sky. 



MISCELLANEOUS. 



2 On cherub and on cherubim, 

Full royally he rode, 
And on the wings of mighty winds, 
Came flying all abroad. 

3 He sat serene upon the floods, 

Their fury to restrain ; 
And he, as sovereign Lord and King, 
For evermore shall reign. 

475 l m. • 

From the xxxvi. Psalm. 

OLORD, thy mercy, my sure hope, 
The highest orb of heaven transcends ; 
Thy sacred truth's unmeasured scope 
Beyond the spreading sky extends. 

2 Thy justice like the hills remains, 

Unfathom'd depths thy judgments are; 
Thy providence the world sustains, 
The whole creation is thy care. 

3 Since of thy goodness all partake, 

With what assurance should the just 
Thy sheltering wings their refuge make, 
And saints to thy protection trust ! 

4 Such guests shall to thy courts be led, 

To banquet on thy love's repast; 
And drink, as from a fountain's head, 
Of joys that shall for ever last. 

5 With thee the springs of life remain, 

Thy presence is eternal day ; 
O let thy saints thy favour gain, 
To upright hearts thy truth display. 



358 



MISCELLANEOUS. 



476 



L. M. 



From the ciii. Psalm. 



MY soul, inspired with sacred love, 
God's holy Name for ever bless ; 
Of all his favours mindful prove, 
And still thy grateful thanks express. 

2 'Tis he that all thy sins forgives, 

And after sickness makes thee sound ; 
From danger he thy life retrieves, 

By him with grace and mercy crown' d. 

3 The Lord abounds with tender love 

And unexampled acts of grace ; 
His waken' d wrath doth slowly move, 
His willing mercy flies apace. 

4 God will not always harshly chide, 

But with his anger quickly part ; 
And loves his punishment to guide 
More by his love than our desert. 

5 As far as 'tis from east to west, 

So far has he our sins removed ; 
- Who, with a father's tender breast, 
Has such as fear him always loved. 



Rest for the weary soul ? 
'Twere vain the ocean's depths to sound, 
Or pierce to either pole. 

2 The world can never give 

The bliss for which we sigh : 
'Tis not the whole of life to live, 
Nor all of death to die. 



477 



S. M. 

WHERE shall rest be found, 




MISCELLANEOUS. 



359 



3 Beyond this vale of tears 

There is a life above, 
Unmeasured by the flight of years ; 
And all that life is love. 

4 There is a death whose pang 

Outlasts the fleeting breath ; 
O what eternal horrors hang 
Around the second death ! 

5 Lord God of truth and grace, 

Teach us that death to shun, 
Lest we be driven from thy face, 
For evermore undone. 

478 G. m. 

St. John xiv. 6. 

THOU art the Way, to thee alone 
From sin and death we flee ; 
And he who would the Father seek, 
Must seek him, Lord, by thee. 

2 Thou art the Truth, thy word alone 
True wisdom can impart ; 

Thou only canst inform the mind 
And purify the heart. 

3 Thou art the Life, the rending tomb 
Proclaims thy conquering arm, 

And those who put their trust in thee 
Nor death nor hell shall harm. 

4 Thou art the Way, the Truth, the Life ; 
Grant us that way to know, 

That truth to keep, that life to win, 
Whose joys eternal flow. 



3 6 ° 



MISCELLANEOUS. 



479 



C. M. 



GOD moves in a mysterious way 
His wonders to perform ; 
He plants his footsteps in the sea, 
And rides upon the storm. 

2 Deep in unfathomable mines, 

With never-failing skill, 
He treasures up his bright designs, 
And works his gracious will. 

3 Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take ; 

The clouds ye so much dread 
Are big with mercy, and shall break 
In blessings on your head. 

4 Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, 

But trust him for his grace : 
Behind a frowning providence 
He hides a smiling face. 

5 His purposes will ripen fast, 

Unfolding every hour : 
The bud may have a bitter taste, 
But sweet will be the flower. 

6 Blind unbelief is sure to err, 

And scan his work in vain ; 
God is his own interpreter, 
And he will make it plain. 



Prayer far Guidance. 

GUIDE me, O thou great Jehovah, 
Pilgrim through this barren land 
I am weak, but thou art mighty ; 
Hold me with thy powerful hand. 



480 



8s & *7S. 



MISCELLANEOUS. 



2 Open now the crystal fountains 

Whence the living waters flow ; 
Let the fiery, cloudy pillar 

Lead me all my journey through. 

3 Feed me with the heavenly manna 

In this barren wilderness ; 
Be my sword, and shield, and banner ; 
Be the Lord my righteousness. 

4 When I tread the verge of Jordan, 

Bid my anxious fears subside ; 
Death of death, and hell's destruction, 
Land me safe on Canaan's side. 

481 L- M. 

From thelxxxix. Psalm. 

HAPPY, thrice happy they, who hear 
Thy sacred trumpet's joyful sound ; 
Who may at festivals appear, 

With thy most glorious presence crown' <: 

2 For in thy strength they shall advance, 

Whose conquests from thy favour spring 
The Lord of hosts is our defence, 
And Israel's God our Israel's King. 

482 c. m. 

From the lxxi. Psalm. 

IN thee I put my steadfast trust, 
Defend me, Lord, from shame : 
Incline thine ear, and save my soul, 
For righteous is thy Name. 

2 Be thou my strong abiding-place, 
To which I may resort : 
Thy promise, Lord, is my defence, 
Thou art my rock and fort. 



362 



MISCELLANEOUS. 



3 My steadfast and unchanging hope 

Shall on thy power depend ; 
And I in grateful songs of praise 
My time to come will spend. 

4 While God vouchsafes me his support, 

I'll in his strength go on; 
All other righteousness disclaim, 
And mention his alone. 

5 Therefore, with psaltery and harp, 

Thy truth, O Lord, I'll. praise; 
To thee, the God of Jacob's race, 
My voice in anthems raise. 

483 L. M. 6l. 

Psalm xxiii. 

THE Lord my pasture shall prepare, 
And feed me with a shepherd's care; 
His presence shall my wants supply, 
And guard me with a watchful eye ; 
My noonday walks he shall attend,. 
And all my midnight hours defend. 

2 When in the sultry glebe I faint, 
Or on the thirsty mountain pant, 
To fertile vales and dewy meads 
My weary, wandering steps he leads, 
Where peaceful rivers, soft and slow, 
Amid the verdant landscape flow. 

3 Though in the paths of death I tread, 
With gloomy horrors overspread, 
My steadfast heart shall fear no ill, 
For thou, O Lord, art with me still; 
Thy friendly crook shall give me aid, 
And guide me through the dreadful shade. 



MISCELLANEOUS. 



363 



484 



P. M. 



EARER, my God, to thee ! 



E'en though it be a cross 

That raiseth me ; 
Still all my song shall be, 
Nearer, my God, to thee, 

Nearer to thee ! 

2 Though like a wanderer, 

Weary and lone, 
Darkness comes over me, 

My rest a stone, 
Yet in my dreams I'd be 
Nearer, my God, to thee, 

Nearer to thee ! 

3 There let my way appear 

Steps unto heaven ; 
All that thou sendest me 

In mercy given ; 
Angels to beckon me 
Nearer, my God, to thee, 

Nearer to thee ! 

4 Then, with my waking thoughts 

Bright with thy praise, 
Out of my stony griefs 

Altars I'll raise ; 
So by my woes to be 
Nearer, my God, to thee, 

Nearer to thee ! 

5 Or, if on joyful wing, 

Cleaving the sky, 
Sun, moon, and stars forgot, 
Upward I fly, 




Nearer to thee ! 



364 



MISCELLANEOUS. 



Still all my song shall be 
Nearer, my God, to thee, 
Nearer to thee ! 



485 



8s. 



THOU hidden love of God, whose height, 
Whose depth unfathom'd, no man knows; 
I see from far thy beauteous light, 

Inly I sigh for thy repose. 
My heart is pain'd ; nor can it be 
At rest, till it find rest in thee. 

2 'Tis mercy all, that thou hast brought 

My mind to seek her peace in thee : 
Yet, while I seek, but find thee not, 

No peace my wandering soul shall see. 
O when shall all my wanderings end, 
And all my steps to theeward tend ? 

3 O is there aught beneath the sun 

That strives with thee my heart to share ? 
Ah ! tear it thence, and reign alone, 

The Lord of every motion there ! 
Then shall my heart from earth be free, 
When it hath found repose in thee. 



THE Lord our God is clothed with might, 
The winds obey his will ; 
He speaks, and, in his heavenly height, 
The rolling sun stands still. 

2 Rebel, ye waves, and o'er the land 
With threatening aspect roar ; 
The Lord uplifts his awful hand, 
And chains you to the shore. 



486 



C. M. 



MISCELLANEOUS. 



365 



3 Howl, winds of night, your force combine; 

Without his high behest, 
Ye shall not, in the mountain pine, 
Disturb the sparrow's nest. 

4 His voice sublime is heard afar, 

In distant peals it dies ; 
He yokes the whirlwind to his car, 
And sweeps the howling skies. 

5 Ye nations, bend, in reverence bend ; 

Ye monarchs, wait his nod, 
And bid the choral song ascend 
To celebrate your God. 



487 6s & 8. 

" My soul thirsteth for thee, my flesh also longeth after thee ; in a 
barren and dry land where no water is." 

FAR from my heavenly home, 
Far from my Father's breast, 
Fainting I cry, Blest Spirit, come, 
And speed me to my rest. 

2 My spirit homeward turns, 

And fain would thither flee ; 
My heart, O Sion, droops and yearns, 
When I remember thee. 

3 To thee, to thee I press, 

' A dark and toilsome road ; 
When shall I pass the wilderness, 
And reach the saints' abode ? 

4 God of my life, be near, 

On thee my hopes I cast; 
O guide me through the desert here, 
And bring me home at last. 



366 



MISCELLANEOUS. 



488 



L. M. 



WHEN Israel, of the Lord beloved, 
Out from the land of bondage came, 
Her fathers' God before her moved, 
An awful Guide, in smoke and flame. 

2 By day, along the astonish' d lands 

The cloudy pillar glided slow j 
By night, Arabia's crimson' d sands 
Return' d the fiery column's glow. 

3 Thus present still, though now unseen, 

When brightly shines the prosperous day, 
Be thou, O Lord, a cloudy screen, 
To temper the deceitful ray ! 

4 And O, when gathers on our path, 

In shade and storm, the frequent night, 
Be thou, long-suffering, slow to wrath, 
The burning and the shining Light. 



ALMIGHTY God ! I call to thee, 
By sore temptation shaken; 
Incline thy gracious ear to me, 
And leave me not forsaken \ 
For who that feels the power within 
Of past remorse %nd present sin, 
Can stand, O Lord before thee? 

2 On thee alone my stay I place, 
All human help rejecting ; 
Relying on thy sovereign grace, 
Thy sovereign aid expecting, 
I rest upon thy sacred word, 
That thou 'It repel him not, O Lord, 
Who to thy mercy fleeth. 



489 



8s & 7s. 



MISCELLANEOUS. 



367 



3 And though I travail all the night, 

And travail all the morrow, 
My trust is in Jehovah's might, 

My triumph in my sorrow ; 
Forgetting not that thou of old 
Didst Israel, though weak, uphold ; 
When weakest then most loving ! 

4 What though my sinfulness be great, 

Redeeming love is greater ; 
What though all hell should lie in wait, 

Supreme is my Creator ; 
And he my rock and fortress is, 
And when most helpless, most I'm his, 
My strength and my Redeemer. 

490 L - M - 

THE spacious firmament on high, 
With all the blue ethereal sky, 
And spangled heavens, a shining frame, 
Their great Original proclaim. 

2 The unwearied sun, from day to day, 
Does his Creator's power display, 
And publishes to every land 

The work of an almighty Hand. 

3 Soon as the evening shades prevail, 
The moon takes up the wondrous tale ; 
And nightly to the listening earth 
Repeats the story of her birth ; 

4 Whilst all the stars that round her burn, 
And all the planets in their turn, 
^Confirm the tidings as they roll, 

And spread the truth from pole to pole. 



3 68 



MISCELLANEOUS. 



5 What though in solemn silence all 
Move round this dark terrestrial ball, 
What though no real voice nor sound 
Amidst their radiant orbs be found ; 

6 In reason's ear they all rejoice, 
And utter forth a glorious voice, 
For ever singing, as they shine, 

"The Hand that made us is divine." 

4:91. IOS & 4 S - 



'* In the day-time also he led them with a cloud, and all the night 
through with the light of fire." 



LEAD, kindly Light, amid the encircling 
gloom, 

Lead thou me on ; 
The night is dark, and I am far from home, 

Lead thou me on. 
Keep thou my feet ; I do not ask to see 
The distant scene ; one step enough for me. 

2 I was not ever thus, nor pray'd that thou 



I loved to choose and see my path ; but now 



I loved the garish day ; and, spite of fears, 
Pride ruled my will : remember not past years. 

3 So long thy power has blest me, sure it still 

Will lead me on 
O'er moor and fen, o'er crag and torrent, till 

The night is gone, 
And with the morn those angel faces smile, 
Which I nave loved long since, and lost awhile. 



Shouldst lead me on ; 



Lead thou me on. 



492 



6s & 5s. 




Sun of heaven's heaven ! 



MISCELLANEOUS. 



369 



Saviour high and dear ! 
Toward us turn thine ear : 
Through whate'er may come 
Thou canst lead us home. 

2 Though the gloom be grievous, 
Those we leant on leave us \ 
Though the coward heart 
Quit its proper part ; 
Though the tempter come, 
Thou wilt lead us home. 

3 Saviour, pure and holy, 
Lover of the lowly, 
Sign us with thy sign, 
Take our hands in thine — 
Take our hands, and come, 
Lead thy children home. 

4 Star of morn and even ! 
Shine on us from heaven 
From thy glory-throne 
Hear thy very own ! 
Lord and Saviour, come, 
Lead us to our home. 



P. M. 

O WORSHIP the King, 
All glorious above ; 
O gratefully sing 

His power and his love ; 
Our Shield and Defender, 

The Ancient of days, 
Pavilion' d in splendour, 
And girded with praise. 



493 



24 



MISCELLANEOUS. 

2 O tell of his might, 
O sing of his grace, 
Whose robe is the light ; 

Whose canopy, space ; 
His chariots of wrath 

Deep thunder-clouds form, 
And dark is his path 

On the wings of the storm. 

The earth, with its store, 

Of wonders untold, 
Almighty, thy power 

Hath founded of old — 
Hath stablished it fast 

By a changeless decree, 
And round it hath cast, 
Like a mantle, the sea. 

Thy bountiful care 

What tongue can recite ? 
It breathes in the air, 

It shines in the light ; 
It streams from the hills ; 

It descends to the plain, 
And sweetly distils 

In the dew and the rain. 

5 Frail children of dust, 

And feeble as frail, 
In thee do we' trust, 

Nor find thee to fail ; 
Thy mercies, how tender, 

How firm to the end, 
Our Maker, Defender, 

Redeemer, and Friend ! 

6 O measureless might, 

Ineffable Love ! 



MISCELLANEOUS. 



371 



While angels delight 

To hymn thee above, 
The humbler creation, 

Though feeble their lays, 
With true adoration 

Shall lisp to thy praise. 

494 C. M. 

From the viii. Psalm. 

OTHOU to whom all creatures bow 
Within this earthly frame, 
Through all the world how great art thou ! 
How glorious is thy Name ! 

2 In heaven thy wondrous acts are sting, 

Nor fully reckon 'd there ; 
And yet thou mak'st the infant tongue 
Thy boundless praise declare. 

3 When heaven, thy beauteous work on high, 

Employs my wondering sight ; 
The moon, that nightly rules the sky, 
With stars of feebler light \ 

4 O what is man, that, Lord, thou lov'st 

To keep him in thy mind ? 
Or what his offspring, that thou prov'st 
To them so wondrous kind ? 

5 O thou to whom all creatures bow 

Within this earthly frame, 
Through all the world how great art thou ! 
How glorious is thy Name ! 

495 C. M. 

From the xxxi. Psalm. 

MY hope, my steadfast trust, 
I on thy help repose \ 



372 



MISCELLANEOUS, 



That thou, my God, art good and just, 
My soul with comfort knows. 

2 Whate'er events betide, 

Thy wisdom times them all ; 
Then, Lord, thy servant safely hide 
From those that seek his fall. 

3 The brightness of thy face 

To me, O Lord, disclose ; 
And as thy mercies still increase,- 
Preserve me from my foes. 

4 How great thy mercies are 

To such as fear thy Name, 
Which thou, for those that trust thy care, 
Dost to the world proclaim ! 

5 O all ye saints, the Lord 

With eager love pursue ; 
Who to the just will help afford, 
And give the proud their due. 

6 Ye that on God rely, 

Courageously proceed ; 
For he will still your hearts supply 
With strength in time of need. 

496 p- m. 

" The night is far spent, the day is at hand." 

HARK ! hark ! my soul : angelic songs are 
swelling 

O'er earth's green fields and ocean's wave- 
beat shore : 

How sweet the truth those blessed strains are 
telling 

Of that new life when sin shall be no more ! 
Angels of Jesus, angels of light, 
Singing to welcome the pilgrims of the night. 



MISCELLANEOUS. 



373 



2 Onward we go, for still we hear them singing, 
"Come, weary souls, for Jesus bids you come;" 

And through the dark, its echoes sweetly ring- 
ing, 

The music of the Gospel leads us home. 
Angels of Jesus, angels of light, 
Singing to welcome the pilgrims of the night. 

3 Far, far away, like bells at evening pealing, 

The voice of Jesus sounds o'er land and sea, 
And laden souls by thousands meekly stealing, 
Kind Shepherd, turn their weary steps to 
thee. 

Angels of Jesus, angels of light, 

Singing to welcome the pilgrims of the night. 

4 Rest comes at length, though life be long and 

dreary, 

The day must dawn, and darksome night be 
past ; 

Faith's journey ends in welcome to the weary, 
And heaven, the heart's true home, will come 
at last. 

Angels of Jesus, angels of light, 

Singing to welcome the pilgrims of the night. 

5 Angels, sing on ! your faithful watches keeping ; 

Sing us sweet fragments of the songs above ; 
Till morning's joy shall end the night of weep- 
ing* 

And life's long shadows break in cloudless 
love. 

Angels of Jesus, angels of light, 

Singing to welcome the pilgrims of the night. 



GLORIA PATRI. 



C. M. 

TO Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, 
The God whom we adore, 
Be glory, as it was, is now, 
And shall be evermore. 

L. M. 

To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, 

The God whom earth and heaven adore, 

Be glory, as it was of old, 

Is now, and shall be evermore. 

S. M. 

To God the Father, Son, 

And Spirit, glory be, 
As 'twas, and is, and shall be so 

To all eternity. 

8s & 6s. 

To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, 

The God whom heaven's triumphant host 

And saints on earth adore, 
Be glory as in ages past, 
As now it is, and so shall last 

When time shall be no more. 

374 



GLORIA PATRI. 



375 



Six 8s. 

To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, ^ 

The God whom heaven's triumphant host 

And suffering saints on earth adore, 
Be glory as in ages past, 
As now it is, and so shall last 

When time itself shall be no more. 



Six 8s. 

To God the Father, God the Son, 
And God the Spirit, Three in One, 
Be glory in the highest given, 
By all in earth, and all in heaven, 
As was through ages heretofore, 
Is now, and shall be evermore. 



6s & 4s. 

To God the Father, Son, 

And Spirit, ever bless' d, 
Eternal Three in One, 
All worship be address' d, 
As heretofore 
It was, is now, 
And shall be so 
For evermore. 



ios. 

To God the Father, and to God the Son, 
To God the Holy Spirit, Three in One, 
Be praise from all on earth and all in heaven, 
As was, and is, and ever shall be given. 



GLORIA PATRI. 



7s & 6s. 

Eternal praise be given, 

And songs of highest worth, 
By all the hosts of heaven, 

And all the saints on earth, 
To God, supreme confess'd, 

To Christ, his only Son, 
And to the Spirit bless'd, 

Eternal Three in One. 

8s & 6s. 

To Father, Son, and Spirit bless'd, 
Supreme o'er earth and heaven, 

Eternal Three in One confess'd, 
Be highest glory given, 

As was through ages heretofore, 

Is now, and shall be evermore, 
By all in earth and heaven. 

Eight 8s. 

By all on earth and all in heaven 
Be everlasting glory given 

To God the Father, God the Son, 
And God the Spirit; equal Three 
In undivided Unity, 

Ere time had yet its course begun : 
As was, and is, be highest praise, 
And still shall be through endless days. 

7s. 

Holy Father, holy Son, 
Holy Spirit, Three in One ! 
Glory, as of old, to thee, 
Now, and evermore shall be ! 



GLORIA PATRI. 



Six 7s. 

Praise the Name of God most high, 
Praise him, all below the sky, 
Praise him, all ye heavenly host, 
Father, Son, and Holy Ghost ; 
As through countless ages past, 
Evermore his praise shall last. 



8s & 7s. 

Praise the Father, earth and heaven, 
Praise the Son, the Spirit praise, 

As it was, and is, be given 
Glory through eternal days. 



8s & 7s. 

To the Father, throned in heaven, 
To the Saviour, Christ, his Son, 

To the Spirit, praise be given, 
Everlasting Three in One : 

As of old, the Trinity 

Still is worshipped, still shall be. 



8s, 7s, & 4. 

Great Jehovah ! we adore thee, 
God the Father, God the Son, 

God the Spirit, join'd in glory 
On the same eternal throne : 

Endless praises 
To Jehovah, Three in One. 



378 



GLORIA PATRI. 



5s & 6s. 

By angels in heaven 

Of every degree, 
And saints upon earth, 

All praise be address' d ; 
To God in Three Persons, 

One God ever bless' d, 
As it has been, now is, 

And ever shall be. 

8s. 

All praise to the Father, the Son, 
And Spirit, thrice holy and bless'd, 

Th' eternal, supreme Three in One, 
Was, is, and shall still be address' d. 

us & 8s. 

All praise to the Father, all praise to the Son, 
All praise to the Spirit, thrice bless' d, 

The holy, eternal, Supreme Three in One, 
Was, is, and shall still be address' d. 

us. 

O Father Almighty, to thee be address' d, 
With Christ and the Spirit, one God ever bless' d, 
All glory and worship from earth and from heaven, 
As was, and is now, and shall ever be given. 

12s. 

All glory and praise to the Father be given, 
The Son, and the Spirit, from earth and from 

heaven ; 

As was, and is now, be supreme adoration, 
And ever shall be, to the God of salvation. 



GLORIA PATRI. 



7s & 6s. 

To the Father, to the Son, 

And Spirit ever bless'd, 
Everlasting Three in One, 

All worship be address'd. 
Praise from all above, below, 

As throughout the ages past, 
Now is given, and shall be so 

While endless ages last. 



TABLE OF FIRST LINES. 



THE FIGURES REFER TO THE NUMBER OF THE HYMN. 



HYMN 

Abide with me ! fast falls the eventide 325 

According to thy gracious word 203 

" A charge to keep I have 455 

Adored for ever be the Lord 398 

Again the Lord of life and light 158 

A glory gilds the sacred page 343 

Ah, how shall fallen man 359 

Ah, not like erring man is God 356 

Alleluia, song of gladness 411 

All glorious God, what hymns of praise 348 

All glory, laud, and honour 79 

All hail the power of Jesus' name 404 

All people that on earth do dwell 401 

All ye who seek for sure relief 355 

Almighty Father, bless the word 163 

Almighty God ! I call to thee 489 

Almighty Lord, before thy throne 297 

Although the vine its fruit deny 421 

Am I a soldier of the cross 451 

A mountain fastness is our God 369 

And are we now brought near to God. 201 

And is the time approaching 282 

Angel bands in strains sweet sounding 412 

Angels, roll the rock away 106 

Another six days' work is done 148 

Approach, my soul, the mercy-seat 378 

Arise, my soul, with rapture rise 3*3 

Arm of the Lord, awake, awake 278 

Arm these thy soldiers, mighty Lord 235 

Asleep in Jesus ! blessed sleep 251 

As o'er the past my memory strays 63 

As panting in the sultry beam 43 1 

As pants the hart for cooling streams 430 

As pants the wearied hart for cooling springs 156 

As, when the weary traveller gains 429 

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At the Lamb's high- feast we sing no 

Awake and sing the song 444 

Awake, my soul, and with the sun 318 

Awake, my soul, stretch every nerve 454 

Awake, my soul, to joyful lays 408 

Awake, ye saints, awake 149 

Before Jehovah's awful throne 387 

Before the Lord we bow 292 

Begin, my soul, th' exalted lay « 399 

Behold a humble train 175 

Behold the glories of the Lamb 119 

Behold the Lamb ! , 89 

Behold, the morning sun 344 

Blessed Jesus, here we stand 209 

Bless God, my soul; thou, Lord, alone 388 

Blest be the tie that binds 305 

Blest day'of God! most calm, most bright 159 

Bread of heaven, on thee we feed 206 

Bread of the word, in mercy broken 202 

Break with thine iron rod 2 

Breast the wave, Christian 452 

Brief life is here our portion 468 

Brightest and best of the sons of the morning 49 

Bound upon the accursed tree 88 

By cool Siloam's shady rill 224 

Calm on the listening ear of night 31 

Children of the heavenly King 428 

Christian, dost thou see them 74 

Christians, awake, salute the happy morn 30 

Christ is made the sure foundation 267 

Christ is our Corner-stone 266 

Christ leads me through no darker rooms 465 

Christ the Lord is risen to-day 101 

Christ, whose glory fills the skies 316 

Come, gracious Spirit, heavenly Dove 130 

Come hither, ye faithful 29 

Come, Holy Ghost, Creator, come 125 

Come, Holy Ghost, our souls inspire 136 

Come, Holy Spirit, come 133 

Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove , 126 

Come, let us join our cheerful songs 204 

Come, let us join our friends above 180 

Come, my soul, thou must be waking 317 



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Come, my soul, thy suit prepare 380 

Come, quickly come, dread Judge of all 9 

Come, see the place where Jesus lay 103 

Come, thou almighty King 409 

Come, ye sinners, poor and needy.. 358 

Come, ye thankful people, come 289 

Come, ye that love the Lord 442 

Creator Spirit, by whose aid. . . . 135 

Crown him with many crowns 123 

Day of judgment, day of wonders 462 

Day of wrath ! that day of mourning 463 

Dear Saviour, if these lambs should stray 210 

Deign this union to approve 239 

Dismiss us with thy blessing, Lord 166 

Disown'd by heaven, by man oppress'd 280 

Dread Jehovah, God of nations _ 295 

Erect your heads, eternal gates 113 

Eternal Father, strong to save 258 

Far from my heavenly home 487 

Far from my thoughts, vain world, begone 151 

Father of all, whose love profound 138 

Father of mercies, bow thine ear 261 

Father of mercies ! in thy word 341 

Father, whate'er of earthly bliss 419 

Fierce was the wild billow 257 

For all the saints who from their labours rest 183 

For ever here my rest shall be 372 

For ever with the Lord 471 

For the apostles' glorious company 182 

For thee, O dear, dear country 469 

For thee, O God, our constant praise 384 

Forth flames the standard of our King 116 

Forth from the dark and stormy sky 197 

Forth in thy Name, O Lord, I go 309 

Forty days and forty nights 53 

From all that dwell below the skies 274 

From all thy saints in warfare, for all thy saints at rest. . . 172 

From every stormy wind that blows 381 

From Greenland's icy mountains 273 

Glorious things of thee are spoken 192 

Glory to thee, my God, this night 319 



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Glory to thee, O Lord 177 

Glory to the Father give 215 

God bless our native land 293 

God is our refuge in distress 186 

God moves in a mysterious way 479 

God, my King, thy might confessing 403 

God of my life, O Lord, most high 95 

God of our fathers, by whose hand 306 

God shall charge his angel legions 449 

God, who madest earth and heaven 332 

God's perfect law converts the soul 338 

God's temple crowns the holy mount 185 

Go forth, ye heralds, in my name ' 260 

Go to dark Gethsemane 85 

Grace ! 'tis a charming sound 352 

Gr^at God, this sacred day of thine 147 

Great God, to thee my evening song 320 

Great God, what do I see and hear 461 

Great is our guilt ; our fears are great 171 

Guide me, O thou great Jehovah 480 

Hail, gladdening Light, of his pure glory 333 

Hail! thou long-expected Jesus 15 

Hail, thou once-despised Jesus 80 

Hail to the Lord's Anointed • 39 

Happy, thrice happy, they who hear. . . . , 481 

Hark ! hark ! my soul : angelic songs are swelling 496 

Hark the glad sound, the Saviour comes 13 

Hark ! the herald angels sing 24 

Hark ! the song of jubilee 47 

Hark ! the sound of holy voices. 184 

Hark ! the voice of love and mercy 87 

Hark! what mean those holy voices 27 

Hasten, sinner, to be wise 61 

Have mercy, Lord, on me. . . 56 

Head of the hosts in glory 195 

Hear what the voice from heaven declares 249 

Heirs of unending life 457 

He is risen, he is risen 105 

He's blest, whose sins have pardon gained 354 

He that has God his guardian made 303 

High on the bending willows hung 281 

His mercy and his truth 229 

Holy Father, great Creator , 142 

Holy, holy, holy, Lord , 143 



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Holy, holy, holy, Lord 145 

Holy, holy, holy ! Lord God Almighty 140 

Hosanna to the living Lord 12 

How beauteous are their feet, 41 

How beautiful the feet that bring 263 

How bless'd are they who always keep 214 

How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord 377 

How long shall life's alluring toys 466 

How oft, alas ! this wretched heart 66 

How sweet the name of Jesus sounds 373 

How vast must their advantage be . . 178 

How welcome was the call 238 

How will my heart endure 460 

How wondrous and great , 43 

If yet while pardon may be found 11 

I'll praise my Maker with my breath 396 

I'll wash my hands in innocence 269 

I love my God, but with no love of mine 440 

I love thy kingdom, Lord 191 

In loud exalted strains 150 

In mercv, not in wrath 55 

Inspirer and Hearer of prayer 324 

. Instruct me in thy statutes, Lord 339 

In thee I put my steadfast trust 482 

In the hour of trial 425 

In the vineyard of our Father 220 

Is there a lone and dreary hour 422 

It came upon the midnight clear 32 

It is not death to die 99 

I think when I read that sweet story of old 223 

I've learnt that thou hast not desired 82 

I would not live alway : I ask not to stay 93 

Jehovah reigns, let all the earth 397 

Jerusalem, high tow'r thy glorious walls 473 

Jerusalem, the golden 470 

Jesus, and shall it ever be 212 

Jesus Christ is risen to-day 104 

Jesus, let thy pitying eye 72 

Jesus, meek and gentle 221 

Jesus, my Saviour, look on me 375 

Jesus, my strength, my hope 414 

Jesus ! Name of wondrous love 33 

Jesus, Saviour of my soul 376 

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Jesus shall reign where'er the sun 

Jesus, tender Shepherd, hear us 

Jesus, these eyes have never seen 

Jesus, the very thought of thee 

Jesus, thy blood and righteousness 

Joy fills the dwelling of the just 

Joy to the world, the Lord is come 

Just as I am, without one plea 

Lead, kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom 

Let me with light and truth be bless'd 

Lift your glad voices in triumph on high 

Light of those whose dreary dwelling 

Like Noah's weary dove 

Lo ! he comes in clouds descending 

Lo ! hills and mountains shall bring forth 

Lo ! what a cloud of witnesses 

Look, ye saints ; the sight is glorious 

Lord, as to thy dear Cross we flee 

Lord, dismiss us with thy blessing 

Lord, for ever at thy side 

Lord, for the just thou dost provide 

Lord God the Holy Ghost 

Lord God, we worship thee 

Lord, in the morning thou shalt hear 

Lord, in this thy mercy's day 

Lord, in thy Name thy servants plead 

Lord, lead the way the Saviour went 

Lord, let me know my term of days 

Lord of the harvest, hear 

Lord, pour thy Spirit from on high 

Lord, shall thy children come to thee 

Lord, spare and save our sinful race 

Lord, teach us how to pray aright 

Lord, thy glory fills the heaven 

Lord, when this holy morning broke 

Lord, when we bend before thy throne 

Lord, with glowing heart I'd praise thee 

Love divine, all love excelling 

Magnify Jehovah's Name 

Mary to the Saviour's tomb 

May God accept our vow 

May the grace of Christ our Saviour 

My God, accept my heart this day 



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My faith looks up to thee . . 234 

My grateful soul shall bless the Lord 92 

My hope, my steadfast trust 495 

My God, and is thy table spread 199 

My God, how endless is thy love 307 

My God, how wonderful thou art 438 

My God, I love thee not because. 435 

My God, my Father, while I stray 244 

My God, permit me not to be 64 

My God! the covenant of thy love 213 

My sins, my sins, my Saviour 68 

My soul, be on thy guard 450 

My soul, for help on God rely 418 

My soul, inspired with sacred love 476 

My soul with grateful thoughts of love 254 

My soul with patience waits 57 

My wondering eyes with rapture see 152 

Nearer, my God, to thee 484 

New every morning is the love 314 

No change of time shall ever shock 417 

Not for the dead in Christ we weep 252 

Not to the terrors of the Lord 181 

Now from the altar of our hearts 321 

Now may he who from the dead 161 

Now may the God of grace and power 296 

Now thank we all our God 290 

Now to the Lamb that once was slain 363 

O all ye people, clap your hands , 115 

O bless the Lord, my soul 394 

O come, all ye faithful 26 

O come and mourn with me a while 90 

O come, loud anthems let us sing 286 

O could we speak the matchless worth 357 

O day of rest and gladness. 160 

O Dayspring and eternal Light 20 

O for a closer walk with God 413 

O for a heart to praise my God 447 

O God, my gracious God, to thee 300 

O God, my heart is fixed, 'tis bent 393 

O God of hosts, the mighty Lord 230 

O God of love, O King of peace 298 

O God, our help in ages past 36 

O gracious God, in whom I live 65 



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O happy day, that stays my choice. . . 

O happy is the man who hears 

O holy, holy, holy Lord 

O Israel's Sceptre ! David's Key. . . . 

O Jesus, Lord of heavenly grace 

O Jesus, Saviour of the lost 

O Jesus, thou art standing 

O King, Desire of nations ! come. . . . 

O Lawgiver ! Emmanuel ! King 

O let triumphant faith dispel 

O Lord, the Holy Innocents 

O Lord, thy mercy, my sure hope .... 

O mother dear, Jerusalem 

O praise the Lord in that blest place. 

O praise ye the Lord 

O render thanks to God above 

O Root of Jesse ! Ensign thou 

O sacred head, now wounded 

O Saviour, when thy beauteous feet. . 
O shame beyond the bitterest thought 

O Spirit of the living God 

O that my load of sins were gone. . . . 
O thou that hear'st when sinners cry. 
O thou to whom all creatures bow. . . . 
O thou, to whose all-searching sight. . 

O thou who didst prepare 

O thou whose sacred feet have trod. . 
O 'twas a joyful sound to hear. ...... 

O where shall rest be found 

O Wisdom ! spreading mightily 

O with due reverence, let us all 

O word of God incarnate 

O worship the King 

O write upon my memory, Lord 

Oft in danger, oft in woe 

Once more, O Lord, thy sign shall be. 
Once more the solemn season calls. . . 

Once the angel started back 

One sole baptismal sign 

On Jordan's bank the Baptist's cry. . . 

On Sion, and on Lebanon 

Onward, Christian soldiers 

Our blest Redeemer, ere he breathed. 
Our hearts in prayer to thee we bow. 
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Pain and toil are over now 

Peace, troubled soul, whose plaintive moan. . 

Pity the nations, O our God 

Praise, O praise our God and King 

Praise to God, immortal praise 

Prayer is the soul's sincere desire 

Quiet, Lord, my fro ward heart 

Rejoice, rejoice, believers 

Resting from his work to-day 

Rich are the joys which cannot die 

Ride on, ride on in majesty 

Rise, crown'd with light, imperial wSalem, rise 

Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings 

Rock of Ages, cleft for me 

Ruler of Israel, Lord of might 

Safely through another week 

Salvation doth to God belong 

Salvation ! O the joyful sound 

Saviour, again to thy dear Name we raise. . . . 

Saviour, like a shepherd lead us 

Saviour, source of every blessing 

Saviour, when in dust to thee 

Saviour, when night involves the skies 

Saviour, who thy flock art feeding 

Shepherd divine, our wants relieve 

Shepherd of souls, refresh and bless 

Shout the glad tidings, exultingly sing 

Show pity, Lord; O Lord, forgive 

Since I've known a Saviour's Name 

Sing alleluia forth in duteous praise 

Sing, my soul, his wondrous love 

Sinner, rouse thee from thy sleep 

Sinners, turn, why will ye die ? 

Softly now the light of day 

Soldiers of Christ, arise 

Songs of praise the angels sang 

Souls in heathen darkness lying 

Sow in the morn thy seed 

Spirit of mercy, truth, and love , 

Stand up, my soul, thy fears dismiss 

Star of morn and even 

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Sweet is the work, my God, my King 157 

Sweet Saviour, bless us ere we go 330 

Sweet the moments, rich in blessing 86 

Sun of my soul, thou Saviour dear 326 

Supreme in wisdom as in power 453 

Tender Shepherd, thou hast still'd 253 

That day of wrath, that dreadful day 8 

Th' atoning work is done 122 

Thee for thine angel host, O Lord, we praise 174 

Thee will I love, my Strength, my Tower 439 

The ancient law departs 37 

The Church's one foundation . . 196 

The day is gently sinking to a close 334 

The day is past and gone . 322 

The day is past and over 331 

The day of resurrection 107 

The gentle Saviour calls . 208 

The God of Abraham praise 144 

The God of life, whose constant care 34 

The heavens declare thy glory, Lord 342 

The King of love my Shepherd is 443 

The Lord descended from above 474 

The Lord hath spoke, the mighty God. * . 10 

The Lord himself, the mighty Lord 417 

The Lord my pasture shall prepare 483 

The Lord, our God, is clothed with might 486 

The Lord, the only God, is great 189 

The Lord unto my God thus spake 7 

The Lord will come, the earth shall quake 5 

The Name of our God 40 

The rising God forsakes the tomb 112 

The servants of Jehovah's will 114 

The Son of God goes forth to war 173 

The spacious firmament on high 490 

The Spirit, in our hearts 127 

The strain upraise of joy and praise 405 

The strife is o'er, the battle done 111 

The sun is sinking fast 327 

The voice at midnight came 250 

The voice of free grace , 361 

The voice that breathed o'er Eden 237 

The winged herald of the day 337 

There is a blessed home 311 

There is a book, who runs may read 345 



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HYMN 

There is a fold whence none can stray 448 

There is a fountain fill'd with blood 360 

There is a great rock far away 225 

There is a land of pure delight 464 

This life's a dream, an empty show 97 

Through all the changing scenes of life. 391 

Through the day thy love has spared us 329 

'Tis finished ; so the Saviour cried 84 

'Tis my happiness below 420 

Thou art gone up on high 118 

Thou art my Hiding-place, O Lord. . . 245 

Thou art the Way, to thee alone 478 

Thou, God, all glory, honour, power 198 

Thou hidden love of God, whose height. 485 

Thou, Lord, by strictest search hast known 59 

Thou, who hast in Zion laid 268 

Thou, whom my soul admires above 436 

Thou, whose almighty word 141 

Thus God declares his sovereign will 38 

Thy bitter anguish o'er 94 

Thy chastening wrath, O Lord, restrain 58 

Thy presence, Lord, hath me supplied 462 

Thy way, not mine, O Lord 24 1 

Thy word is to my feet a lamp 340 

To bless thy chosen race 272 

To hail thy rising, Sun of life 28 

To him who for our sins was slain 100 

To Jesus, our exalted Lord « 200 

To-morrow, Lord, is thine 308 

To our Redeemer's glorious Name 349 

To Sion's hill I lift my eyes 299 

To thy temple I repair 153 

Triumphant Sion ! lift thy head 188 

Up to the hills I lift mine eyes 310 

Watchman ! tell us of the night 48 

Weary of earth and laden with sin 73 

Weary of wandering from my God 75 

We build with fruitless cost, unless 304 

We give immortal praise 139 

Welcome, sweet day of rest 146 

What a strange and wondrous story 219 

Whate'er my God ordains is right 246 

When all thy mercies, O my God 406 



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HYMN 

When gathering clouds around I view 242 

When God of old came down from heaven 134 

When, his salvation bringing 218 

When I can trust my all with God 312 

When, Israel, of the Lord beloved 488 

When I survey the wondrous Cross 83 

When, Lord, to this our western land 270 

When marshall'd on the nightly plain 51 

When musing sorrow weeps the past 247 

When my last hour is close at hand 98 

When, streaming from the eastern skies 301 

When thro' the torn sail the wild tempest is streaming. 255 

When wounded sore, the stricken soul 362 

While shepherds watch'd their flocks by night 23 

While thee I seek, protecting Power 423 

While with ceaseless course the sun 35 

Who are these in bright array 467 

Who is this that comes from Edom 77 

Who is this that comes in glory, with the trump of jubilee 124 

Who place on Sion's God their trust. 416 

With broken heart and contrite sigh 76 

With glory clad, with strength array'd 402 

With joy shall I behold the day 187 

With one consent let all the earth 392 

Witness, ye men and angels ; now 232 

Ye boundless realms of joy 390 

Ye Christian heralds ! go proclaim 277 

Ye servants of the Lord 168 



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I. THE CHRISTIAN YEAR 5 

Advent , 5 

Christmas . 17 

New Year 27 

Circumcision 29 

Epiphany 30 

Ash Wednesday and Lent 42 

Palm Sunday and Passion Week 59 

Good Friday 64 

Easter Even 70 

Easter 77 

Ascension 85 

Whitsuntide 96 

Trinity Sunday 104 

The Lord's Day..... 112 

Ember Days 124 

Rogation Days 126 

Other Holy Days 127 

II. THE COMMUNION OF SAINTS 137 

III. THE CHURCH 143 

IV. TOE SACRAMENTS 153 

The Lord's Supper 153 

Baptism of Infants 159 

Baptism of Adults 161 

V. OFFICES OF THE CHURCH 163 

Catechism 163 

Confirmation 174 

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Holy Matrimony 179 

Visitation of the Sick 182 

Burial of the Dead 189 

Churching Office 193 

For Those at Sea 193 

Ordination or Institution of Ministers 197 

Consecration of Bishops 199 

Consecration of Churches and Chapels 200 

VI. MISSIONS AND CHARITIES 205 

VII. SPECIAL SEASONS 215 

Thanksgiving and Harvest- Home 215 

National Festivals 220 

National Fasts 222 

Family "Worship 225 

Morning 234 

Evening 240 

VIII. THE HOLY SCRIPTURES 256 

IX. REDEMPTION 262 

X. THE CHRISTIAN LIFE 273 

Repentance 273 

Faith 277 

Prayer 283 

Praise 288 

Self- consecration 31 1 

Trust 3 l 3 

Hope 3 2 ° 

Love 324 

Joy , 33o 

Humility 333 

Peace 334 

Courage , 335 

Action..., 33 8 

XL THE JUDGMENT 342 

XII. HEAVEN 347 

XIII. MISCELLANEOUS 35^ 



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